Sloane's POV
He didn't answer me. He just stared at me with those intense eyes. When lightning flashed across the sky, I caught a glimpse of his gorgeous golden hair and perfectly sculpted features. His dark robes revealed pale skin at the neckline, his whole presence emanating power and mystery.
The moment I saw that robe, I knew—this was my fourth brother, Epoch, the most enigmatic healer in the werewolf world. He possessed the power to foresee werewolf destinies and command life and death itself. They said his abilities surpassed even the most powerful sorcerers in history.
"Epoch?" I asked hesitantly. "What are you doing here?"
"You had a nightmare just now, didn't you?" He stroked my face so gently, like I might break.
I stared into his deep blue eyes—they reminded me of a lake
