Chapter Sixty-Seven

The lycan in front of her looked feral. Blood dripped to the floor from one of his numerous open wounds. His black eyes were predatory and pinned her to the door. Again his nostrils flared. He stalked toward her. His nose ran over her arms where Lucar had gripped her. His nose traveled up and then pressed against her neck, he recoiled and growled loudly enough to rattle the glass of the door behin