Chapter 40

Blakely

No longer in control of my own body, I was shoved forward by the force of my wolf’s rage. She sent us barreling through a trio of men all tangled up in one another.

I no longer had the ability to blush, not when every ounce of my focus was on Azrael and the woman between his legs.

All talk of our plan had flown out of the window when she looked up at him with a coy little grin. How long until her lips were wrapped around his cock? How long until she tasted what was mine?

The girl was going to die.

Despite my panic and my pleas to my wolf, my nails began to lengthen into claws. The goblets tumbled from my hands, clattering to the floor. Red wine splashed across the pale marble as our thoughts merged into one jumbled mess.

From the corner of my eye I could see Draco slinking through the crowd, trying to draw as little attention as possible. I’d long forgotten how heightened my senses were when I was in tune with my wolf.

It was utter bliss.

Bliss that ended in carnage and