*KINCAID'S P.O.V*
THE COLLAR Of his shirt suddenly felt tight and chuffed against his skin as his gaze was locked with the witch's. Then she looked away and stood in front of the podium.
She cleared her throat once and said, "My name is Arlana," She said in a husky voice. "I am the Luna of sss River Wolves, Brazil. And I am the last descendant of the great Coven." Her gaze washed over the room. It was deathly quiet as the man waited to hear what she wanted to say.
"Did you see the way she looked at me?" Kincaid whispered to Liam.
Liam shook his head. "You might be imagining it. She is a very beautiful woman."
"And someone's mate, you fool," Kincaid snapped. "But I'm serious. She looked at me like she could see through me."
"It's a trick people on stage do," Liam said. "Like, they
