Lev and I didn't speak the entire ride back to our hotel, even though we weren't accompanied by anyone.

　　Yet the moment we stepped outside of the car, watching it drive back off into the night as if it never existed in the first place, he grabs my arm, turning me around to face him. His eyes are wild, blond hair mussed about as if he has been running his hands tirelessly through it.

　　"You can't do it," he growls. It's clear he shouldn't have come, that he shouldn't witnessed that. I'm starting to become used to the unpredictable world that these Alpha's live in, so I'm not so shaken...