Although Aila felt nothing but fear from the intimidating man in front of her, with his menacing gaze and overly muscular stature. She still felt confident that Silas would not kill her. He needed her for his little experimental wolves that were raising havoc. If they were created from her blood, were they technically like her babies? She dismissed the idea immediately and refocused her attention on the here and now.
Aila kept her eyes level with the man who could be the ultimate undoing of the world of creatures. She was staring death in the eyes, and with her own determination, she made sure not to show him the dread that dispersed from the centre of her being by merely looking at him. His dashingly handsome face, which was hardened by the malice and evil behind his hazel eyes, would even cause a stranger to only glance at him and run in the opposite direction. He reeked of death, destruction, and evil schemes.
