I had the knob of the metallic door in hand when a glazing sensation down my spine caused me to stiffen.
I glanced around…
He watched me now.
The amber of his eyes pronounced in the near gloom of the alley. Unwavering. Hungry.
Not in the cringy way of the panther shifters. There was something else there. A different sort of craving.
I knew because I felt it too. There was no denying it.
And I would've contented myself with holding his gaze for the rest of eternity if not for the forms slipping out of the darkness to join him.
All of them big, brawny and not human.
And I knew. With a sinking feeling, I understood him.
He was one of them. Possibly Alpha of the pack from the way they huddled behind him.
A Lycan.
A cruel fucking wolf shifter.
The worst being of the lot. Anything but that and it would've been okay to nurse the electric heat between us. I'd have thought twice even if he'd turned out to be a bloodsucking vampire.
