Evgeniya
My arms wrapped around my abdomen, shielding my unborn pup from the monster’s predatory stare and that of the three wolves behind him, as heavily armed as I had seen before. The curve of my back collided with the wall, abruptly ending my recoil, and my fingers dug into my sides for dear life.
“NO!” My father pounded on his cell, the glass vibrating under the force. “You leave my daughter alone, svoloch’ (bastard).”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats and demands, are you lycan?” Marceau chuckled in amusement, his unnerving reptilian smile framed perfectly under his trimmed blond beard.
“I can’t remember the last time I set foot in these cells,” his green eyes made a cursory sweep of my surroundings before entering and, suddenly, the roomy cell felt decidedly
