MIA’S POV
Nathan’s eyes burned into mine with an intensity I had never seen before.
I knew the moment my blood touched his lips, I had made a mistake.
His wounds closed too fast. His strength returned like a fire rekindled. His body—once weak and trembling—became solid again, his muscles flexing as he tested his limbs.
Then his gaze locked onto me, and a slow, knowing smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
“Well, well,” Nathan drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like our little princess has been hiding something.”
I took a step back, heart hammering. “It’s not—”
He cut me off, standing up effortlessly as if he hadn’t been on the brink of death just moments ago. His eyes gleamed with something dark, something possessive.
“You’re the White Wolf.”
It wasn’t a question
