My small wolf form froze as Landon's massive body blocked the entrance to the fort. My heart pounded against my ribs, blood still dripping from my injured leg onto the stone floor beneath us.
"Congratulations on making it this far," he growled, his voice rippling with power in my mind. "I must admit, I underestimated your team's... resourcefulness."
The way he spat the last word told me everything I needed to know about his feelings toward Owen and Regina's assistance. His gray eyes narrowed, burning with an intensity that made my fur stand on end.
"Though I can't say I'm pleased with how cozy you've gotten with my Guardians," he continued, taking a menacing step forward. "Batting those pretty eyes at Owen? Having Regina sacrifice herself for you?"
Was he... jealous? The mighty Lycan King, upset because I hadn't picked him for my team?
