Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen
If my face was only exposed, Bonnie would be the target of Lazarus’s enemies as well.
“I DON’T BELONG HERE; YOU GOT THE WRONG SISTER!” Bonnie exclaimed, “PLEASE TELL THEM LAZARUS.”
An icy sensation of dread surged through my veins, begging her to shut up. Lazarus’s aura crackled acrimoniously, rage ablaze in his orbs.
“The one you want is his mate.” Bonnie disclosed angrily. “My sister is his mate.”
Fear is ready to detonate, coiling around my spine and pumping poison in my blood. Lazarus was fuming beneath that composed exterior, not speaking because it would give up the truth to whoever was watching.