"She deserves this," Jennifer growled, her voice low and dangerous, her teeth bared in a snarl of hatred.
Overwhelmed by guilt and fear, my heart raced as Gerald's piercing gaze seemed to burn right through me. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear; I wished for the earth to swallow me whole and take me away from the chaos and shame weighing heavily on my shoulders.
Caught amid battle, the Lycan king's commanding voice echoed, suspending our swords mid-swing. His intense gaze locked with mine, sending shivers down my spine. The raw power in his eyes held me captive, a silent warning of his dominance. At that moment, amidst the chaos, a silent understanding passed between us—a recognition of the primal forces that bound us all. The tension hung heavy in the air as if the very forest itself awaited our next move with bated breath.
