CHAPTER FORTY ONE
Wolves. Eight huge wolves surrounding us and I just had to be stuck with most condescending jerk of all. If this was the night I was supposed to die, why did it have to be with Lucian f*****g Black of all people?
“Can’t you transform or something?” I whispered. I was completely panicking despite his reassurance.
“I can’t take eight wolves,” he answered, sounding slightly agitated. So what now? Watch those freaking wolves tear us apart?
“Just great,” I whispered, shutting my eyes, waiting for the worst to happen.
“I mean I can take them but I have to put your protection first and trust me, that is distracting enough. So just stay put and I’ll figure something out,” he whispered back, his grip tightening even harder.
“Don’t worry, I’m mentally writing my eulogy. Hop
