Chapter 73

Liya's POV

My heart hammered against my ribs as the werewolf, gruff and with scars all over, blocked our path. James, stepped forward, a placating smile on his face. His stance was a little protective, his hand holding mine as I stood behind him.

Okay, forget what I said about rogues, some of them are completely dangerous with an intent to kill.

I had a feeling the rogue knew his presence frightened me, and he liked it. It’s probably a reaction he was used to getting from people.

"Easy there, Greymane," he said, his voice warily cheerful. "It's just James and a friend. We come in peace."

The wolf, whose name was Greymane apparently, scrutinized us both with narrowed eyes. He sniffed the air, his nose twitching comically. "A friend, huh?" he rumbled, his gaze lingering on me.

"Doesn't smell like any friend I know. Wait! Are you fucking this girl, James? Oh my my my, this must be your newest little conquest, you didn’t have to call her your friend, James. We don’t frown upon fucking."

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