Lance slipped into the room quietly, his eyes moving between Emira and the two men beside her. The air was heavy, filled with the unmistakable scent of heat and their arousal.
His jaw tightened. The witch was either too cunning or too reckless-to leave two unmated wolves guarding an Omega about to enter heat?
If jealousy had driven her, this was the perfect way to ruin her master's plans. Two guards losing control would end everything without her casting another spell.
But if it wasn't jealousy, then it was probably something else. His eyes glowed as he finally stepped behind the two werewolves. The two fools had not even realised that he had already entered the room.
He growled low in his throat. The vibration hit Jace and Owen before they even realized it, and both froze mid-step and whipped around to face him.
