Quinlan
My feet hit the floors silently, but the woman stirred first. Raven haired with large hazel eyes that landed on me the second I reached the foot of the bed.
I had a finger on my curved lips and the tip of the dagger poised for her neck before she could scream. Mercifully, she shut the fuck up and crawled off the rogue gently, her body trembling with suppressed sobs of terror. The smell of her fear coated the room so heavily, it whetted my appetite.
Excitement coursed through my veins and it was an effort to keep my Lycan from surging forward and ripping out her throat. Quite the debate it had been, trying to convince him not to go on a killing rampage after what we saw.
He was still on edge, still waiting for the moment I fed his rage and bloodlust.
