“What the hell is going on here?”
My voice thundered through the room.
Eran froze, his hand still gripping Athena’s neck. His fangs withdrew. The scent of fear filled the air, Athena’s fear. She was trembling, her face pale as snow. Lincoln’s head snapped toward me in relief. Rachael rushed straight to me, eyes wide, her voice breaking.
“It’s him, Eryx! He wanted to mark Athena,” she said, clinging to my arm.
I set her aside gently, my eyes burning holes through Eran. My wolf snarled inside me, rage pouring through my veins like molten fire. Before he could utter a word, I lunged forward, gripping his throat in one swift move and slamming him hard against the wall.
The sound of cracking plaster echoed through the room.
Eran choked, clawing at my hand, but I didn’t loosen my grip. “Yo
