The moment the sound of the door being ripped off its hinges and slammed against the wall exploded inside the cafe, the wave of fog was sliced in two by Varg's massive, ferocious aura.
How he had gotten here, how he had tracked me down from the manor, I had no idea. Even the ten animalistic Alphas he had placed on our tail hadn't sensed a thing, yet here he was. The wild mountain air clinging to him, the sharp scent of timber and pine coating his frame, swallowed every drop of the dilapidated cafe's damp rot in a single second.
His eyes had bled into a piercing amber, burning like a wolf driven to absolute madness by fury. He didn't spare a single split second to look at my mother's bruised body lying on the floor; his vertical pupils locked directly onto me, the mug cradled in my lap, and my belly.
"Vespera!"
