POV Liliana Lennox
I woke up gasping for air. The night was eerily silent, with only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. But something was wrong. I felt a weight pressing down on me, and the moment I opened my eyes, I saw Ryder’s face—way too close to mine.
His rough hand covered my mouth tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe. My heart pounded, panic taking over. The dim moonlight seeping through the tent fabric let me see the sharp look in his eyes. Even worse, in his other hand, he had razor-sharp claws aimed straight at my throat.
What the hell? Was he really going to kill me? Just like that?
I tried to struggle, but his body—much bigger and stronger—pinned me down, restricting every movement.
"One sound or the slightest move that attracts attention, and I won’t hes
