He froze, his claws were midair, an inch away from me. Instantly, the night became too quiet. Only Asher's ragged breathing and Stefan's groans pierced through the terrifying silence.
I held my breath as I gazed into his bloodshot eyes. They were like a scary, fathomless pit. So deep that anyone could lose themselves. But I fought hard not to, my breathing was becoming labored and it became worse when Asher's lips spread into a narrow smile. It was so sick and dangerous that it sent shivers down my spine.
"Finally, we've met, mate," he sounded so darkly, that I couldn't stop my insides from trembling hard. Now more than ever, I missed the crazy whispers of the voice in my head.
"Get Stefan!" Wren shouted, almost in a rage, fear, and frustration. Immediately, everyone around began to mov
