I smiled coldly, with a sharp, planned stretch of my lips that didn't reach my eyes. "Do you really want to know the truth, Hayley?" I asked, and my voice curled like smoke. "Okay. Elliot was the wolf my mom saved that night.
Her pupils got smaller, like prey caught in headlights, and her eyes got bigger. I saw the color leave her face as she realized what was going on. The smell of her terror hit me before her face did—bitter, biting, and gratifying.
"No," she said softly. "No, that's— That's not possible..."
I moved closer, and the feeling of power rolled off me like a second skin. My wolf moved around under the surface, happy with the change in power.
I answered in a calm voice, "Oh, it's very possible." "Then Elliot owes his life to my family if that's true. So, just maybe, I've already done enough to deserve to remain by his side without doing anything.
