Irene:
The ride back to the pack-house is tense, the atmosphere so rigid, I fear that I will pass out at the intensity of his gaze on me, so I try staring out the window, but his gaze burns back at me.
Immediately, the car drives into the pack-house, I squirm towards the hall as fast as my legs could carry me, his footsteps resound behind me and that sneaky shiver went up my spine.
My room, I need to get to my room before this man says something to me. When I was young, my mother always specially warned me not to bite the tail of an angry wolf, I never paid attention, oh how right was she.
“Irene. Stop.” His voice echoes through me and I gulp, freezing in my steps. “Good, now turn around.”
Slowly, I force myself to look him in the eye, shimmering amber orbs glare back at me. My heart
