Chapter 38 Punishment Fitting The Crime
- Elijah
- I step out of the elevator onto the top floor, where the walls seem to vibrate with the weight of secrets. The air is colder here, laced with the scent of damp concrete and blood. My wolf, ever restless, growls low in my mind, still enraged that Adam is alive.
- He touched our mate; it snarls. He should be dead.