Very wicked

He continued," Do you really have it in you? Have you ever killed someone? Have you felt the life bleed out of them under your hands?"

A cold shiver ran up and down my spine.

He was scary as fuck when he wanted to be.

His tone turned into a disappointed sneer, "And now, you want to do it cowardly, while another Wolf sleeps? I haven't known you long, but I never took you for a coward."

Shame flowed through me.

I wasn't a coward. I knew the rules of engagement. If I was going to win, I didn't want to do it by sneaking up on my enemy. I wanted to do it because I had the strength to back up my challenge. I pressed my lips together, refusing to speak.

He took my silence as my answer. "That's what I thought. Now get comfortable. You must be tired." He turned away and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

For a moment, everything in my mind went blank as I stared at his physique and the tattoos running across his back!

I sucked in a sharp breath, which must have caught his attention because he g