The Death Order

Tessa's pov

The frantic thudding of my heart drowns out the rustling wind. The blood drains from my face, rushing straight to my toes the second his eyes pin me down. Jarek does not move. He does not flinch. Kaelen’s right-hand man just stands there, an unyielding mountain of muscle, blocking the only path to my freedom. He is not in his wolf form, but the sheer predatory aura radiating off him s