As they all stared, the silence loomed deep, a testament to Draven's fearless composure in the face of the Aragon brothers, who had expected him to surrender Myra to get to harklaw, one that the alpha rejected right away.
“You can’t go through with it, Draven; it’s a death sentence,” Enzo raged, pacing back and forth through the common room where the four of them sat.
Right after dinner, they met up, and Myra was relieved to have escaped quickly, especially since she could feel the lycans' gazes on her back, and the steak at dinner didn't sit well. It felt like a hot rock seemed to lodge in her throat with each swallow, as she struggled to contain her anger.
She imagined taking a fork and pushing it into Varion’s eye socket. The lycan’s eyes held a smug defiance in them as he sipped his
