Plans of Great Importance

LARA

I was frozen when the door slammed open so hard that one hinge dangled. But I’d never been so grateful to see Alaric in my chamber.

When the knights poured in, I had to swallow back the growl climbing my throat. And close my eyes and try to calm to change my eyes back to lucid blue instead of glowing. I reminded myself to breathe evenly. Feeling my lungs expanding fully again and my back straightening as I rose from my crouched pose.

Thank you. I wanted to tell him. But my pride wouldn’t let me speak the words.

The knights dragged the wolf out.

I watched over Alaric’s shoulder and faintly noted that it was different than the one that had originally attacked me.

But he still possesses the stink of a NightHunter. I could never forget that odor. The musk of rolling in dead animals and filth.

As they all left the chamber, Alaric rounded on me. Wrath written over his face