ALAENA’S POV
For the first time, I saw it.
Fear.
It flickered in Sergei’s dark, feral eyes.
A momentary lapse in the arrogant, ruthless predator he had always been.
His nostrils flared, his body tense, coiled like a spring as he took a cautious step back.
GOOD
I have him where I want him.
I tilted my head slightly, taking it all in.
He looked scared—scared of me.
“Stand up.”
My voice was even, but there was no mistaking the command in it.
Sergei hesitated. Then, as if realizing his own cowardice, he snarled and barked out an order to the remaining Croonies.
“Kill her!”
The remaining Croonies surged forward, their bodies moving in weird, jerky motions, saliva dripping from their fanged mouths.
But Lyra had other ideas.
Before I could even raise a hand, my white wolf moved
