Liar

ARIA

The black-haired bastard, whom I believed was dead, looked at me with his light-grey eyes. The plastered smile on his face was telling me that he didn't recognize me, while the golden flash in his irises betrayed his lust. How come he was still alive?! I thought that Tyrion killed him along with my brother and other ranked wolves in Silver Blood Pack. Had this scum escaped from the sinking ship to save his own ass? Fucking coward!

I stared back at Jack but, surprisingly, felt no fear but rage. I used every ounce of my strength to keep my wolf from surfacing and making me rip him to shreds. For the first time in my life, I faced someone whom I truly hated, and this sole fact enhanced all my senses. I inhaled his scent and his faint aura and felt no threat. Jack easily towered over me. His arm muscles created obvious bulges in the tight sleeves of his black shirt, while his broad shoulders made his button holes stretch on his chest as he straightened his back. I used to feel intimi