Chapter 116 His Obsession

• He edged nearer with two fierce steps. Sheera was too frightened to move, her pulse pounding in her ears as his nearness swallowed her.
• "Yes, I know you're a witch," his eyes held contempt. "I have hated and executed your kind for just existing. You shouldn't even be here in my Pack. Your unworthy lungs should've never breathed the air of my land." A crinkle formed across his nose, conveying his mounting annoyance.
• His hand shot forward, clutching the neckline of her dress in a vice-like grip. The fabric strained as he yanked her closer to him, their faces mere inches apart.