Elena POV
Where are we going? My hands twitched in my lap as I pressed down the question hanging desperately on the top of my tongue, begging me to free it from its prison. To say something, anything, but I won’t. I can’t.
One look at Alpha Draven’s face and every ounce of courage I’d mustered in the last ten minutes of this drive suddenly dried up without a single trace.
He was handsome, very handsome in a dangerously rugged way. Lara wouldn’t shut up about how she wanted to rub her face against the day old stubble on his jaw but the permanent scowl set on his face made me advise her against that idea quickly.
He was always angry. Always frowning, or maybe it was just with me? Maybe he was different around other wolves? I snuck another glance at him.
I could almost swear that the air
