For the longest time, I’d wondered what it would’ve been like to be a passenger aboard the Titanic moments before it struck the iceberg and sank into the freezing depths of the Atlantic.
I’d wondered what those people were thinking the moment they realized there was no escape.
Turns out, I didn’t have to wonder for long, because the metaphorical ship I was on wasn’t just sinking. It was on fire, hurtling straight toward an iceberg full of unsuspecting penguins and taking them all out in a blaze of glory.
The way Lucas, the Lycan King, watched me made every muscle in my body tense.
Even Nicholas had gone silent.
So silent that Lucas tilted his head ever so slightly, intrigue flickering across his face.
The aura of Nicholas’s wolf rolled through the room in violent waves. He closed his
