“Y…you know…me! Yo…You don’t smell like a…” I stammered, my voice heavy with weakness.
His eyes glinted as he laughed, cutting me off.
“I don’t smell like a wolf right? I had my scent hidden,” he said smugly, confirming my suspicion that everything was a pretense, and I just walked straight into his trap.
“Enough with the questions. I don’t have time for that,” Liam said with a wide smile as he pulled his shirt over his head.
My heart filled with dread, as I tried to move back, with my legs and hands tied, trying to put a distance between us. “Wh..what were you doing?” I stuttered my voice thick with fear and exhaustion.
“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you,” he muttered, unclamping his belt.
My blood froze cold and my eyes widened with fear and I looked around for something…a
