"Come with me." Aidrian grabbed Moira’s hand. He wasn't rough, but his grip left her no choice but to rise from the sofa and follow him.
Alpha Theodor and Luna Lola watched in silence as their son led Moira away.
When they reached the mansion’s foyer, Aidrian came to a sudden halt.
"Do you really want me to escort you to your own death, Moira?"
Aidrian Quinn’s voice shattered the silence of the foyer like a clap of thunder. He stood rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly that the veins in his neck bulged. His clear blue eyes began to glow—a sign that Dominik, his wolf, was fighting for control.
Moira didn't flinch. She balled her hands into fists at her sides, staring straight into those wild, shifting irises.
"Death already claimed me that night, Aidrian. Now, I live for only one thing:
