"Caramia?" Alistair's angry voice rumbled through the stone walls of my room, making me sigh as I closed my book and shuffled to the end of the bed as the door was thrown open.
Blazing golden eyes fell on me, hungry and lustful, his canines bared and his body rippling with his Wolf threatening to break free.
I rose a questioning brow. "Angry, darling?" I asked, my voice almost uncaring.
He snarled at me, swallowing the distance between us and I had to push down my fear, silencing my Wolf for probably the hundredth time since I woke up from my attack a week ago.
She was irrational and scared. Everything upset her...Except Elijah.
He was her only solace, her only grounding spike to this whole mating bond.
If I wanted to see him, I couldn't fight. I couldn't show any resistance.
