THE KING OF WOLVES moved in a circle around me. He didn’t say anything for the longest time so the time and space between us were filled with silence and more silence. I could have sworn the beat of my heart resonated out of my chest. It echoed like a tale-telling voice, mocking me for being so scared out of my mind when the King surrounded me with his predatory eyes and intimidating presence.
Raking my brain for something to say, Larkin finally stopped. He stopped right behind me, barely giving me any personal space. I could feel his breath fanning the back of my head, tickling my nape with the small hairs on my nape. Larkin still didn’t say anything though. But then, his hand scooped my hair in his fist. He held it in his hand like he was weighing the thing. Before I could think, Larkin
