"We need his blood to connect you to our pack, since you don't want to be a servant."
Sounded like some kind of rituals. Who did that?
"His blood, how, why..." Her brow furrowed, not liking what she was hearing.
'Don't argue with them.' her wolf advised. 'There's nothing bad about what they are going to do.'
Letting out a slow breath, she smiled at the man.
"Okay. You can go ahead."
The man nodded, gesturing for her to go near the man on the floor again.
She bent down to her knees, staring carefully at the drunken man's face.
He turned his head and stared back at her, his eyes so deep and captivating that she almost lost her composure. They reminded her so much of Andrew. Why did the two men resemble each other so much? The belief that there are two of every person in the world m
