The next day, I found myself standing alone in the center of a massive hall that felt like I was in the heart of a storm. The room was built from dark, heavy wood and cold stone, with high beams stretching into shadowed ceilings.
A wide, circular table stood at the far end, and behind it sat the three Alphas of the Lycan packs.
I swallowed hard, the sound deafening in my ears.
Three pairs of eyes bore into me, each one a different shade of danger.
Alpha Alexander.
Elias's father. His sheer presence was enough to make my spine want to fold in half. His golden-brown eyes were like sharpened amber, predatory and merciless. I still remembered seeing him shift in front of me, the raw savagery of it burned into my memory.
Beside him was Lucian's father, Alpha Malachi. The man that had sent me to sleep with a single word. He was taller, broader, his expression a chiseled mask of contempt.
