CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

His smile makes a shiver run down my spine.

He doesn’t smell like one of us!

So what is he?

He takes a step towards me, and I’m frozen in fear, unable to move.

His hand comes up and cups my cheek, his touch tender, his amber eyes full of wild mischief, “No, little wolf, but what I am is very interested in you.”

I stare at him, wary, “Who are you?”

His smile is cheeky but when he leans closer, I can feel the heat of desire build up inside of me. It’s a sudden reaction and it shakes me.

He gives me a knowing smile, murmuring, “You’ll find out later.”

He takes my hand and when he tries to pull me with him, I dig my heels in, my heart pounding, “That old witch, did you-?”

This time when Damion turns to look at me, he looks displeased, “She was one of mine. I would never have harmed her.”

I open my mouth to ask what he means by ‘one of mine’ but he looks over my shoulder and a mildly irritated expression crosses his face, “Come on. They seem to have discovered that you are missing