Lexianna's brain stalled.
What the fuck?
She opened her mouth to speak. To ask him what he was thinking in his head.
She never got the chance.
A concussive shockwave of pure, scorching heat violently shattered the frozen atmosphere. The air pressure spiked so hard that Lexianna's ears popped. The black stone beneath her feet violently fractured, deep fissures racing across the courtyard like lightning strikes.
Arkin didn't step through the moon gates. He descended like a natural disaster.
He landed in the centre of the courtyard, the impact throwing up a massive cloud of dust and pulverised rock.
Lexianna couldn't even see his face. She only saw the eyes. Luminous, feral, and completely consumed by a blinding, blood-seeking ruby red.
He wasn't the Prince of the Wastelands right now. He was the Wolf. Unhinged, starving, and staring at a predator in his territory.
