----Skylar POV----
“My… my, I apologize for the interruption, but I have come to claim my bride,” said the figure, his voice so cold and smooth it made the fine hairs on my neck stand on end.
In a flurry of panic, I began straightening my clothes, my face burning with mortification. We had been caught in such an intimate moment—by a stranger no less.
“WHO ARE YOU? HOW DID YOU GET ONTO OUR PACK LANDS?” Edmund bellowed, his voice thundering across the clearing. “SHOW YOURSELF!”
The figure let out a laugh—the most twisted, bone-chilling sound I had ever heard—as he emerged from the shadows under the trees. He was tall, statuesque even, with jet-black hair and obsidian eyes that glinted in the moonlight. His pale skin shimmered eerily under the red hue of the blood moon. There was no denyi
