Chapter 47

The world around Naya began to spin, a dizzying, sickening spiral that threatened to overwhelm her. She staggered back, her knees weak, the breath knocked from her lungs as if she'd been struck in the chest.

"No," she whispered, her eyes wide and wild, her hands reaching out as if to stop the flow of time itself.

But she wouldn't dare step out of the bathroom, what was she even going to tell Rhys? That she was a werewolf and the man who he just accepted into his kingdom was the same man that massacred her pack? Rhys would kill her and Magnus.

Her heart began to beat...