The following days were a whirl of activity. I tried to concentrate on the prophecy, on what had been laid out for me, but it was hard to put it off my mind… the bond… the Alpha’s expectations, the quiet but persistent tension between us.
Darius’ anger fumed below the surface like a volcano which at any time was set to explode… Lucian watched me with careful interest as if to decode my change…Caspian… Caspian was a wild card. He drew me in like a magnet… dangerous and very alluring. Each time I told myself to stay away I found myself falling in deeper.
But despite the weight of my issues, something else was at play in me something which went beyond what I desired from each of them. I could not get off my head the idea that the prophecy was a challenge. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough
