Chapter 62

“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

A million thoughts raced through my mind at once.

Does he know?

How come?

“Who are you?” He asked again, breaking me out of the jumbled mess that was my mind.

“I…I don't understand,” I frowned.

I was going to feign ignorance till he said whatever he knew.

He cocked his head to the side, studying me intently.

I almost shrank under his intense gaze but I kept my eyes glued to his, not batting an eyelash.

When he saw he couldn't break me with his stare he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You're silver-wolfed,” he said.

“What?” I asked, still holding my breath.

“Your wolf,” he repeated.

Nyx.

He was just talking about Nyx.

I subtly breathed out in relief before turning back to him.

“And?” I asked.

“I haven't seen one of those in many, many years,” he said, laying emphasis on the ‘many’.

His voice was heavy and his eyes were clouded. I could almost tell he had had an encounter with a silver wolf. But what I couldn't tell was whe