Zac’s pov
I began to walk towards her, slow and cautious as though she were some sort of spooked animal.
She flinched. Just a tiny jerk, but I saw it. I stopped right in front of her and we were close. Close enough to see the flecks of gold swimming in her brown eyes, close enough to see that small tremble on her bottom lip. Our breath danced with each other. She was scared.
Of me.
I tried to talk to calm her but no words came out. What was the point? She was scared of me. I was a monster to her.
Before I could try again to talk to her a knock came through the door.
It blasted through the room like an explosion.
Freya jumped back, her hand leaping to her throat.
“Alpha?” came a voice through the door. Must be some guard. “Sorry to bother you, but the Northern Peak ministers are her
