Lucian did nothing more than stand. The Lycan pressure radiating off him alone was enough to thin the air in the room.
Dominic was bone-white. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His Alpha instincts were responding the only way they could,with terror, before an absolute superior.
The Silvermoon Pack Alpha title he had once worn so proudly, in this man's presence, was as small as that of an ant.
"Why so quiet now?"
Lucian crossed the floor with long, unhurried strides. His leather boots crunched into the fresh snow with each step, and each step landed like a hammer-blow on Dominic's chest.
"You had so much to say a moment ago."
He stopped in front of Dominic, looked down at him from full height, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a cold, predatory smile.
"You called my sister a Rog
