THE MIRROR OF TRUTH
ZAREK’S POV
The safehouse door rattled with that knock, and my wolf surged, claws itching beneath my skin.
The scent, bitter, like a wolf dipped in rancid oil screamed trouble, and not the kind I liked at all.
Lykaina’s growl, low and raw, vibrated behind me, and my heart stuttered. She was awake, her wolf stronger than any female wolf I've ever seen and her power crackling like a live wire, and she was denying it? Goddess help me.
I spun, locking eyes with her. Her dark gaze burned, wide with shock from the growl she’d just let slip, her hand clamped over her mouth like she could shove it back in. Unfortunately for her, there's no erasing all the signs her body is showing her.
The floor trembled, with the bed shaking violently, and the air hummed with her ener
