ALEXANDER
“Seliora.”
The name tastes like iron on my tongue, sharp and bitter, but I don’t hesitate. My body is coiled tight, adrenaline already flooding my veins as the woman stiffens beside Emmaline.
Lucien’s words echo in my head. It is someone close.
The moment he said it, I didn’t waste another breath. I was already on my way, tearing through the streets with my wolf snarling inside me. My heart hammered so violently against my ribs I thought it might break free. I didn’t care. I drove like a man possessed, swerving past cars, ignoring red lights, cutting corners so sharp I could smell the burning rubber of my tires. Because if Lucien was right, if Seliora had set her sights on Emmaline, then she wouldn’t wait. She would strike when Emmaline was alone. And what better time than w
