Rose stood her ground, telling herself she wasn't afraid of Kieran. But deep down, she knew she was lying, if only a little. Kieran wasn't just any regular guy; there was something wild, even primal, about him.
Well, of course, he was wild. He was a goddamn werewolf.
He was unpredictable, and every instinct in her screamed that she needed to be cautious around him.
There was a darkness lurking within him, a glint in his eyes that hinted at something far more dangerous than what he showed on the surface. She could feel it in her bones, a gnawing sense that if he ever became Alpha, he'd be a force of destruction. The thought made her shiver.
Maybe, she thought, she could stop him when the time came. Maybe she could even tame the beast within him.
But she caught herself, almost laughing at the idea. Who was she kidding? She couldn't even tame her stubborn tabby cat, Mr. Richie Richardson. What made her think she could change someone like Kieran?
