"Shit!" Devlin cursed under his breath as Darkin pinned Evangeline to the ground. So there was no Queen Wolf. No hidden power or whatsoever. He thought, but then heard a faint growl of a wolf.
Ezaar, however… He felt as though his heart had stopped beating. His wolf—whining and snarling moments ago suddenly went silent. It was numb, hollow, as though it had lost the hope to live.
Devlin tried to hear the noise again, but everything became dead silent. Evangeline wasn't shifting at all, enduring as Darkin's claws ripped into her flesh. "You were wrong, Alpha," he growled. "The rumors were true. She's wolfless."
Ezaar didn't respond, his mind clouded to think of anything. Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in his leg. He glanced to see blood drenching is torsos. What the hell was happening again?!
