Zane
My wolves growl, and I catch the panic in her face as her eyes dart around, trying to trace the sounds. But they’re everywhere, hidden in the woods. Her gaze returns to me.
“I don’t want to be here,” she says, starting to walk away from me.
“Katarina!” I bark. “Never walk away from me,” I growl low, and her blue eyes lock onto mine—filled with fear. As the howls continue, she panics, looking around again, trying to trace the sound. Then, she turns back to me.
“I want to go home,” she says. “Please,” she begs.
Fine. I admit it. It’s too dangerous for her to stay any longer, not with my wolves out and on the hunt.
“Let’s go then,” I say, my dark gaze pinning her in place.
“What?” She looks at me, shocked.
“I’m taking you home,” I reply coldly.
“No, you can’t. I want to go alone.”
“Why?” I bite back. “It’s not safe for you to go home all by yourself,” I say, my tone still cold.
She scoffs, chuckling bitterly. “Safe? You care about my safety?” She points at me. “Since when do you car
