*AMELIA'S POV*
My hands were still shaking violently.
But it wasn't from fear. God, I wasn’t afraid of him. I wasn’t even afraid when his eyes bled into a piercing gold, when his lethal teeth were bared, or when the entire room smelled heavily of fresh blood and wolf. I was shaking because of the sound he had just made. It sounded like he was being violently torn apart from the inside out, and absolutely no one was allowed to help him.
“Let him go!”My voice cracked on the words, turning into a frantic scream. The two massive guards who had accompanied Lyall were holding my arms tightly, and they didn’t budge an inch. Their grips were remarkably careful, yet completely firm.
Respectful.
It was as if they viewed me as fragile glass and were terrified I would shatter if they squeezed t
