When the Alpha moved more closer, the knife trembled in my hand, but I didn't let it drop. My chest heaved as I stood my ground, glaring at the Alpha. His eyes bore into mine, sharp and calculating, as though he was deciding whether I was worth the effort of subduing or breaking.
The room felt colder under his gaze, as if his very presence sucked the warmth from the air. His skin, pale and almost translucent under the dim light, seemed to shimmer faintly like the thin sheen of frost on glass. A subtle pulse throbbed at his temples, the telltale sign of a predator whose thirst simmered just beneath the surface. My own heart pounded fiercely, blood rushing through my veins, reminding me how fragile I was among these creatures of night.
"I won't go back," I growled, my voice shaking but det
