CHAPTER 18

THE CHOICE

RORY’S POV

“I should let you suffer and die,” I said, stepping closer.

Even in pain, he let out a low, rough laugh. Ruthless. Always ruthless.

I placed my hands on him, my wolf surging forward, claws slipping out. The moment they touched his skin, the burns vanished. His body mended in an instant, flesh knitting back together.

Before I could step away, he moved.

Too fast.

In the blink of an eye, he had me pinned against the wall, his body pressing into mine, his fangs bared.

“I should eat you,” he growled, his breath hot against my throat.

I should push him away. I...