Lucian's POV
This little wolf was something else.
I watched as Henry led Raven away, that creepy, cold smile never leaving his face as he twirled her around the dance floor. It hadn't even taken twenty minutes for her to fall under his spell. Twenty minutes. That's how long it took for her to lose herself to a stranger—a vampire.
You'd think a wolf would have a little more control. A little more awareness.
But no. One dance, and she was already hooked.
All it took was a few twirls on the dance floor, and there she was, ready to follow him anywhere. Typical, I thought. Meet someone from a different species, let him parade you around, and you're suddenly willing to abandon your pack, your instincts, your entire self.
I know, I know. She was compelled. Blah, blah, blah. I could already hear the excuses. But that was beside the point.
