The air in the lecture hall was unusually tense, even before the incident unfolded.
But thus time, every breath being drawn in felt more like stone.
The room, once filled with young wolves preparing for future leadership roles, that had buzzed with low chatter and the sound of pens against notebooks with the occasional murmurs of students exchanging notes was beginning to feel like a place that was too constricted.
However none of that mattered to Lily.
She was painfully aware of the hand resting on her arm.
Ethan.
He was too close—close enough that she could feel his breath against her skin, could smell the faint mix of spice and arrogance that always clung to him.
He leaned toward her, whispering something she didn’t even register.
All she could focus on was the possessive gri
