Chapter 36 - Blood into Ice

“You know, if you are going to keep coming down here and bugging me, you could at least tell me your name,”

Lara grumbled, struggling to speak past the growing dry lump in her throat. Still tied to the chair in the dark, damp, and disgusting basement, the Italian werewolf had been her

only company for days. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable, thirsty, and hungry. Only her wolf was helping to keep her strength up with its aggression and its desire to rip out the asshole’s throat.

“Well, I do suppose you are right,”

the black-haired man shrugged and smirked at her. Lara struggled not to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the plastic water bottle he was holding in his hand.

“It’s not exactly like you can run off and go telling anyone about me, is it?”

Lara bit the inside of her dried lip to stop herself from snapping at him that he was the biggest dick she had ever met in her life and that was

saying something because some of the men in her own pack could be pretty bad