Morgana’s POV
“How do you know my name?” I ask, my brows furrowed.
Selene holds my hand firmly. She’s not gripping my hand tight, but at the same time I can’t pull away. Her smile widens, and I catch a flash of fangs.
She’s a wolf too.
“We’ve met before. Don’t you remember?” She replies.
Her voice feels like it’s tickling my brain. Or licking it. Either way, I don’t like it. I try to pull my hand back and she wouldn’t let me.
“I’m very sure I’d remember meeting someone like you.” I say, feeling uncomfortable.
“Someone like me?” Her eyes spark as she leans forward. “What does that mean?”
I swallow. For a second I feel like I’ve offended her. But she’s smiling and I don’t think she’s angry. Yet. “I mean, not everyone has naturally flawless silver hair. I’m sure I’d remember.” M
