A gloved hand clasped my wrist stopping me from my escape.
“Don’t move.” The woman ordered.
I ignore what she says and start twisting out of her grip with the other hand. On succeeding, I swivelled behind her and pin her to the closest wall.
Firmly gripping a dagger, I hold it to the side of her neck.
Glaring at its silvery reflection, a rewarding sensation has me.
So much for Maximaillian being in the other room. In the face of danger, he’s nowhere to be seen.
“Who are you and what do you want?” The woman doesn’t answer.
I press the dagger into her neck.
“Don’t waste my time.” I commented, trying to sound angry.
I dipped her hood away from her head, now able to see the blood dripping from her neck.
“The alpha-”
“What about him?”
“He wants to meet you.”
…
My hair was dishev
