"I won't be headed to my grave anytime soon, Gideon, nor will my mother," Ensley said, his lips curling into a mocking grin. "If anyone is marked for death, it's Adeline. After all, that curse you carry demands a price."
In an instant, Gideon had him by the collar, shoving him violently against a stone pillar. The impact echoed through the hall. Gideon's wolf surged toward the surface, his eyes darkening and his canines elongating into a predatory snarl.
Ensley groaned as his spine collided with the stone, but the sinister smile never wavered. "Still so easily provoked," he wheezed. "It turns out bringing about your doom is simpler than I imagined."
"I won't give you the satisfaction of watching me suffer," Gideon rasped, forcing his grip to release. He stepped back, reigning in the beast.
