Isabella Hawthorne
The scream tore from my throat involuntarily, a raw sound ripped from the core of my terror.
Ulric flinched momentarily, his crimson gaze flicking away before returning to me with an intensity that stole my breath.
He crouched low, muscles bunching in his powerful legs. In a heartbeat, he was launching himself towards me, a monstrous blur of fur and teeth. Panic stripped away any semblance of rational thought. Adrenaline surged through my veins, igniting my fight-or-flight response.
I threw myself to the side, barely escaping the snapping jaws that clamped down where I had stood moments earlier. The air whooshed past my ear, carrying the reeking stench of damp earth and raw power. Scrambling to my feet, I bolted towards the opposite side of the room, my bare feet
