"What are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice cracking with disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
Aldric's smirk widened, and even suspended in the air by my shadows, he looked infuriatingly relaxed.
"If you let me go," he said in a very casual tone, "I'll tell you everything. It's quite the story, actually. Very touching. Very tragic."
From the corner of my eye, I caught movement, lycans approaching cautiously. Elias's dark brown form, his amber eyes fixed on me with something I couldn't quite read. Ronan's massive black lycan, his fur bristling with energy. Another one, gray and unfamiliar, all of them watching me like I was a bomb that might explode at any moment.
I could feel their stares, feel the weight of everyone's attention on me, and for a moment it was almost too much.
The pack members who were still alive, the Umbralycans, even the wounded, they were all looking at me like I was something they'd never seen before.
Something to be feared.
