I knew him well, even if he never spoke much. His face was a mask of calm, his eyes fixed on me, unreadable. And the moment I locked eyes with him, I knew something was wrong. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I could feel the blood draining from my face. They weren't here to help me. They weren't here to save me.
My relief faded like a burst bubble, replaced by a cold, seething rage. "Are you here to kill me?" I drawled, my voice calm but filled with an icy edge. My fists shook at my sides, my wolf rising inside me, its fury mirroring my own.
The guard before me flinched at my words, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. The others behind him shifted uncomfortably. But Deyanira's lover stepped forward, his smirk cruel and calculating.
"Come with us," he said, his voice low, his words filled with threat.
I narrowed my eyes, my wolf already thrumming beneath my skin. "No."