CHAPTER 188
Clara leaned in slightly toward him, her aura flaring just enough to make the fine hairs on Alaric's arms stand up.
"Tell me, wolf boy" she whispered, her voice carrying the chill of a mountain grave. "Who exactly is Selena?"
Alaric flinched at the term "wolf boy," his pride bristling for a fleeting second before the crushing weight of the two females aura forced it back down.
He looked at the witch, then toward the sink, unable to meet her white gaze. "Selena is..." He paused, his throat working as he tried to find a way to describe her that didn't make him sound like a complete fool.
"She was the pride of the South. The daughter of the Beta, a warrior in her own right, and the girl everyone expected would lead the pack beside me."
"Beside you?," Clara echoed, her voice dripping with dry amusement. "And I suppose this 'Selena ' was your lover? Your chosen half?"
