Tessa
The car hums softly as it speeds down the road. I am sitting in the back seat of the car, holding a sealed envelope my stepmother, Aunt Ophelia, gave me. On both sides of me, and in the SUV following behind, are ten guards whose duty is to ensure I reach the colony safely and deliver the note to the Lycan King.
I feel that pull again and my breath catches. It is now impossible to ignore. I look around, hoping to scent out my second chance mate. I’d rather it be one of these scar-faced guards reeking of sweat than a damn Reynolds.
The sensation crawls beneath my skin, yet my instincts tell me he is not in this vehicle with me.
I look up and a bugatti collides with our vehicle, blocking us from moving forward. I gaze at the plate number and my heart skips a beat, the car before u
