Wren
Up close, Lucien was even more unnerving than he had been from the car.
He came down the mansion steps as Zephyr opened my door, and he moved the way I imagined water would move if water had somewhere important to be. Unhurried. Exact. When he stopped in front of me, he stopped completely, no shifting of weight, no fidgeting, nothing. Pale gray eyes settled on my face, and I had the distinct sensation of being read, cover to cover, in about two seconds.
"Miss Ashwood." His voice was low and cool, every word placed like a chess piece. He inclined his head, a precise few degrees. "Lucien. Beta of the Nightbane Pack. Welcome."
"Wren, please." I put out my hand.
He looked at it for the briefest moment, something flickering across that unreadable face too fast to catch, and then he to
