I hesitated for a second, before deciding against retracting my aura. The she-Lycans would snitch. When the scheming Lycan decided to seek justice for them, he needed to know I wasn’t afraid of him.
Or his authority.
Idris Raed left his father’s side and came to stand beside me.
“Saira, are you okay?” He asked, scanning me from head to toe.
I swear. In every situation, this bastard always seemed to think I was getting bullied by his clan members, instead of the other way around.
“What could possibly be wrong with her?” Eira Haris took the Lycan Leader’s offered hand. The woman seemed to discard the fragile and empathetic mask she always wore around me after our conversation in the garden, as she glared at me with accusing eyes. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re the ones covered in sweat.
