ALARIC
If looks could kill, that bastard who dared to touch my mate's skin would have been rotting by now.
My eyes darted through his hand, as if staring at it harder would cut a deep wound on his skin. The way his hand touched — no, caressed — her leg just ticked something off inside me. Each touch and land of his hand on her makes me a ticking time bomb, threatening to erupt at any moment.
That guard's eyes lingered on Nysera's face for a while as he poured down some water on her burned skin. Instead of focusing on the wound, it is evident that this man is focusing on Nysera — on her face. The way she flinched at every drop of water that hit her skin made a certain glint in his eyes.
My wolf was barely sane, crawling into my walls and screaming for me to let him out. I am barely h
