eline

the Hopkins Pack, marched into my ca

d. She froze for a fraction of a second when she saw the breathtakingly han

ance quickly overr

ting into a victorious grin. "The wolfless trash fi

sent me to drag your ruined hide back to the estate. You are taking Lady Ama

at the bed. "Kill that alle

silver-alloy blades, stepping

pulled a poisoned silver dagger from my boot and s

," I said, my voice dead and

gh. "You have no inner wolf, Evangel

ving the hilt of my dagger brutally into his ribs, and kicked t

the bed, the atmospheric pressure in

of bed. His glacial-blue eyes snapped open, g

er. He merely released a fra

ne

ly, but it carried the crushing

he pure psychic pressure. They slammed onto the floorboards, coughing up

e fell over

n the floor. The smug arrogance drained from h

g the hard heel of my combat

ning with a dangerous light. "If she wants me to act as Amand

d doorway, weeping in terror, l

rious Alpha was sitting up, watching

less runt," he murmured, his deep v

or a man dying of silver rot," I s

ver the mattress and stood up, closing the distance between us

mly tilting my chin up. The heat of his skin sent

th pocket change, and now you want to dismiss me?" h

sharp tip of my poisoned dagger firmly against his taut abdominal muscle. "Y

n traveling straight down my arm. He completely ig

shirt, shrugged it on, and vaulted effortlessly o