Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

ROXANNE

In the state of panic and animalistic sounds that filled the vicinity, I wondered what a hapless woman — like me—with a weak wolf could do in the middle of all of these catastrophes.

Sounds of growls and snarls filled the air and all of a sudden everything stood still for a minute. I stood there dazed, unable to turn my gaze away from the man who was standing right there before me…Looking all fierce, handsome, and what else?

“You?" His gaze was transfixed right on mine and I fluttered my eyes confused. I had gotten that look a thousand times, but no one had looked upon me with so much intensity as he did at that moment.

" This is not possible,” He muttered.

A lot of questions crossed my mind and I found it more difficult to answer any, the most prominent of the questions was centered upon why he had looked at me that way.

Does it have anything to do with who I was, or the color of my hair?

The question like a million others at the back of my mind was left unanswe