Elena
Alexander's voice snarls from outside the window. "I will wait all night. And when you come out, you will be mine."
I press my hands over my ears. The sound of his voice crawls under my skin like worms. I squeeze my eyes shut, but his words echo inside my skull. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Ray's voice answers, low and hard. "You will not touch her. Not on my land."
"Your land?" Alexander laughs. It is a cruel sound, sharp as broken glass. "This village is a pile of sticks. My wolves outnumber yours three to one. Give me the girl, Ray, or I will burn this place to the ground."
I hear Ray growl. The sound rumbles through the walls. Then footsteps — heavy, fast — both alphas moving away from the cottage. Their voices fade into the distance.
I am alone again.
I sit on the bed, my knees pull
