Elena POV

Where are we going? My hands twitched in my lap as I pressed down the question hanging desperately on the top of my tongue, begging me to free it from its prison. To say something, anything, but I won’t. I can’t.

One look at Alpha Draven’s face and every ounce of courage I’d mustered in the last ten minutes of this drive suddenly dried up without a single trace.

He was handsome, very handsome in a dangerously rugged way. Lara wouldn’t shut up about how she wanted to ...