He chuckled softly. Everyone was seeing this the wrong way. He hadn't hurt her…he wouldn't. Why would he destroy what he had painstakingly helped perfect?
No, no, no. He needed her alive. Vibrant. Everything was going exactly as he had planned. Mostly.
The wolf mate was especially inconvenient. The worst kind of obstacle.
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his feet, limping slightly.
Then he sensed them.
Two auras, as clear as the moon in a vampire's midnight sky. One was cold, ancient, a pulse of undead energy.
The other was primal, hot, and reckless, a heart pounding like war drums, fury echoing off.
"Well, well…" Morvakar smiled, eyes gleaming in the dark. "The cavalry arrives."
He stood in the center of the room, eyes closed.
"Let the show begin," he whispered, his grin stretching.
