Everything went silent, and slowly, terrifyingly slowly, the enormous white lycan turned toward us. My breath caught in my throat; Ronan looked monstrous and violent. 

His massive body trembled with barely restrained fury, muscles quivering beneath fur. He looked at me, and then the knife pressed against my throat. His gaze darkened with pure rage.

“He actually stopped,” the rogue said, shocked. The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. 

A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease.

“Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to...