"I will find him," The Rogue King whispered. "Whoever put his scent on you. And I will tear him apart."
Emerald barely had time to react before he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and brushed his lips across her cheek.
The next thing she knew… he was gone.
The door creaked softly as it shut behind him. She blinked… nothing. Her eyes scanned the space around her in a panic.
But there was no sign of him, no scent, no sound. It was as if he had never been there at all.
Emerald sat there, breath heaving, hands trembling. Her heart pounded in her throat, her mind racing.
He sounded… serious.
"Viola?" she whispered shakily.
Her wolf sounded just as tense. "He wasn't bluffing."
Of course, The Rogue King wasn't bluffing. He was going to find out about Kieran… and when he did…
"No," she whispered. "No, I won't let that happen."
