Chloe Callahan heard footsteps and looked up. The moment she saw Rhys Blackwood, her eyes widened abruptly, and her heart began to race.
The man before her was tall and imposing, his features cold and stern; deep black eyes like icy pools, a straight nose, thin lips pressed tightly together—his entire being radiated an aura that warned strangers to stay away.
His looks and presence were every bit as striking as the two handsome men she'd seen earlier.
Her heart pounded like a drum, and her cheeks grew faintly warm.
Why were there so many handsome men in The Wolf Tribe's forbidden land? And every single one of them was so gorgeously attractive.
Chloe suddenly felt she'd fallen straight into a den of beautiful men.
This made her a little less eager to leave.
But then she remembered her face—smeared black and yellow by that woman, drawn on for ages with a charcoal pen—and her breath caught in annoyance.
