Chapter 8: Haunted by Ghosts
THORNE
The moment I stepped out of her room, I moved in the opposite direction to my quarters. f**k, for some reason, my wolf wanted her, and I didn't like that s**t one bit.
'Stop resisting...'
Caelum growled in my head, pacing like a caged animal.
"Shut the f**k up," I snarled back at him. "She's nothing. Just another plaything."
But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. The moment I'd seen her face in that throne room three days ago, standing there in that white dress like some sacrificial lamb, my blood had run cold.
She looked exactly like her. Same delicate features, same f*****g green doe eyes that used to look at me with fear and disgust. The only difference between them was their hair—Lydia was a dark-haired b***h, and she... she was a ginger-
