But all night long, she hadn't seen the people who entered the room come out. Her plan was aborted, and she was left squatting behind the fire door for the entire night.
Dawn was just breaking. The early morning sun shone on the side of her face, casting a warm glow on her delicate features. If one could ignore the jealousy and terror in Lynn Fletcher's eyes, they might have actually been fooled by her appearance.
Lynn Fletcher's hands gradually tightened. After a whole night of thinking, she had come to her senses.
Silas Thornton was a wolf, and he possessed those strange powers. She should consider herself lucky she didn't succeed last night.
Otherwise, when Silas sobered up, he might have actually killed her in a fit of rage.
She wanted power, and she wanted Silas, but she wanted to live, too!
A flicker of fear and desire crossed Lynn Fletcher's beautiful face.
