"I repeat, where is my son?" His voice was scarily calm, and I instinctively took a step back, my glance shifting to Nicklaus.
"Nicklaus, run—"
He moved too fast.
One second he was a figure at the edge of the trees, and the next, Alpha Malachi was in front of me, close enough that I could see the faint scar slicing through the edge of his jaw. His fingers closed around my throat like they'd been waiting their entire existence for this moment.
The question he had asked, Where is my son?, was still echoing in the air like the last ring of a church bell. It didn't matter that I couldn't answer. He didn't care. His grip tightened, and my world narrowed to the suffocating heat of his skin and the unbearable pressure around my neck.
I tried to scream. I couldn't even choke.
