I grabbed her arm, spinning her around and pinning her gently against the wall of the corridor.
Her breath hitched as she looked up at me, running her tongue on her lips. Lax cajoled me, begging me to have a taste, and I wanted to so badly, but I shook my head and leaned in, instead, my face close to her neck.
"What are you…" she began, but the words died as I inhaled deeply, brushing my nose against her skin.
I felt her body tremble even though she tried to appear unaffected, pushing me to move away.
I pulled back as I searched her face. "It was you this morning, wasn't it?"
She stared at me, confused. "Me this morning? What are you talking about?"
I chuckled, my grip tightening slightly on her arm. "Don't play games with me, Lyla," I murmured. "That wolf – the one that tore through the Ferals like they were nothing. It was you, right? Lax recognizes you."
She glared at me before scoffing. "You're imagining things. Besides, who is Lax?"