A flash of recognition crosses Slade’s deep, navy eyes. His adam’s apple bobs as he stares through me.
“You’re Ash’s mate,” I whispered, not wanting to believe the words coming out of my mouth. My mind races as I think back to the day that Viper was killed.
Slade stood between me and Viper. Caspien stood tall at her side, not an ounce of fear in his tiny body. He was partially shifted into his wolf, but it was more than that. Whatever Draven had given him had altered his wolf into something far more sinister and the visual was something out of a horror film.
He looked to be in pain, but I’d heard him say something that didn’t quite register at the time. He was fighting the transformation. His claws were gripping both sides of his head as if he simply wanted to squeeze until he couldn
