Chapter 43
Svetlana materialized in the room with Olivia, a step behind her. She barely had time to register her surroundings before Wyatt was across the floor. His hand clamped around her throat, the force of his movement slamming her back against the wall.
“Wyatt!” Richard’s voice roared through the room, a thunderous warning.
“What… are you doing?” Svetlana croaked, the pressure on her windpipe turning her voice into a rasp.
Wyatt didn't pull back. He leaned in until they were inches apart, his eyes bleeding into a bottomless, obsidian black as his wolf, Blade, surged to the surface. “You have exactly one chance to tell me the truth, Svetlana,” he whispered, a low-frequency growl vibrating in his chest.
Svetlana didn’t flinch. There was no scent of fear on her—only a sharp, biting
