If I didn't know any better, I would have thought Evan... was afraid.
The ruthless Alpha of the Scarlet pack, conqueror, modern day warlord who razed entire enemy packs to the ground if they stepped a toe out of line, the cruel king of the region with no one to stand in his way -- afraid? It didn't seem possible.
And yet from the moment they met to now, as we rode the train in a private compartment to Dark Moon territory, Evan radiated coiling tension and simmering heat like he never had before. This was unlike the night he had come chasing after me when I tried to leave. He had been full of volcanic rage then, ready to tear apart anything that stood in his way.
But what I saw now was something strangled, barely bridled, the twitching of a tight spring itching for release. Evan was hold
