Rowan
The smell of fear and the sound of a racing heart were two of Rowan’s favorite things. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent. The little witch stared up at him. They all regarded him as a wild card because they couldn’t control him. But she looked at him with more than just fear. It could almost be mistaken for hope. Just the thought made him angry. He was a wild card because of the witches. Forever missing his other half because of them. His pack forever missing their Luna. To think any of them had the audacity to believe Rowan would take one of them as a mate was the biggest insult he could imagine. He let a claw slip out of his finger as he scratched it along the bark of the tree just above Lena’s head.
“Alpha Rowan…is there something I can help you with?” Redness colored her cheeks. For a moment Rowan thought he saw her sniff him. Eris recoiled inside him, disgusted by the witch’s blatant attraction to him.
“Hope so.” Rowan forced the words out. Despite the forcefulnes
