Let me, my wolf snarls, eager. I can use my teeth and my claws – “Juniper!” Anton barks out, shifting immediately into his human body. “For the second time in about ten minutes, what the hell is wrong with you!?” “I’m not marrying that asshole,” I snap, glaring at the door over Anton’s shoulder
“Oh my god,” the gorgeous one says, her eyes flashing as she leans forward to stare at me, a hand pressing to her chest. “Are you like – are you one of the wolf people?” she asks, her face breaking into a wide grin. “Wait, show me your teeth – can you make them all pointy?” I burst into a blush be
Orion steps slightly to the side to clear the path. When I don’t move, he smirks and continues on, knowing he’s got the upper hand and relishing it. “Honestly, I was surprised to see you here after your rather firm declaration that you’d rather die than marry me?” “I wasn’t given much of a choice,
I turn and stride away, tossing the goblet over my shoulder, terribly pleased at the clang it makes in the dead silence that I leave behind me. Glancing down at my side, though, I startle a little when I realize that Anton’s not there. “Hey!” I hiss, turning to see him a few steps behind, looking
I grin at him. “Okay, Nic. I’ll see you in a bit.” I step away and Anton scrambles to his feet, peering up at me in surprise. “What?” I murmur, shrugging and looking down at him. “He had a good point. I want to know why the hell Orion is even doing this.” Supportive and encouraged, Anton moves w
Anton snarls, as terrified as me, and grows in size, stepping between me and the wraiths that scream as they fall hungrily upon Anna. She shrieks in turn, trying to bat them away, but their insubstantial figures are too many. The screams of fear become those of pain as the wraiths tear at her with t
“Um…why did you stop to speak with me?” I gesture around to all of the girls who are clearly avoiding each other. “Not that I mind, I just –“ “Oh, I really like your wolf!” she says, visibly brightening as she gestures towards Anton, who lifts his head, clearly proud and pleased to be acknowledged
“I’ll leave you here,” Nic intones, dropping his hand from mine the moment the three of us materialize in the room. “Okay,” I say, turning towards him. “And if I need to go somewhere, what? I just call you and –“ “You don’t need to go anywhere,” he says, flat. And then he disappears. I scowl a