Ruby’s POV
The air was thick with tension as Manson and I stood at the border, watching the council’s scouts retreat into the shadows. The weight of what had just happened settled over me, my pulse still racing.
I had used my power again unintentionally.
I didn’t regret it.
Not one bit.
Manson’s fingers lingered on my cheek, his golden eyes burning into mine. His wolf was close to the surface, watching me like I was something precious, untouchable.
"You’re terrifying," he had said.
A slow, wicked smile curled on my lips. "Good."
His grip tightened ever so slightly. “You need to be careful, Ruby.” His voice was rough with concern, not anger.
I met his gaze, tilting my chin up. “I know what I’m doing.”
His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Do you?”
I wasn’t sure.
