LIVIA

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing down my hair and forcing my face into a mask of calm, pleasant indifference.

The wolf inside me was snarling, ready to hunt, but I pushed it down.

I had to be perfect.

I had to be invisible.

The hunt was finally on, and this time, there would be no mistakes.

'And what if he tries to protect her?' My wolf’s voice slithered into my consciousness, a low, nagging hiss of doubt that made my skin crawl.

I rolled my eyes, shaking ...