The bathroom stall swung open, the lock flying across the bathroom. I wrapped the coat a bit tighter, wanting to hide the blood-covered clothes under it. In front of me stood my enemy, and yet I could not help getting lost in his eyes for just a moment. 15 years did him good. He stood in front of me, short of breath. His muscles tensed and flexed, and his eyes glowed gold. His wolf… he must have taken over when he smelled my scent… or… my blood. I uncomfortably tightened the coat again, unable to look away. A quick shake of his head and his eyes turned to normal. His brows furrowed confused at what he was seeing, or should I say who he was seeing. His eyes locked on mine, searching for her… searching for Kinsley, his mate. I had managed to get into a bathroom stall to put the ne
