(From Rachelle's Perspective)

He was... I had never seen anyone like him. He was leaning against the wall, staring into my eyes in a way no one else had ever done.

He was tall, very tall, even taller than Alpha Draven, who stood six feet three inches. He was muscular, his long white sleeves cinched around his biceps, and the first two buttons on his chest were undone, displaying a wicked sight to anyone's eyes. His long face remained expressionless, with no sign of warmth, only coldness.

He sported dark black hair that matched his eyes. His beardless, razor-sharp jaw appeared to cut through my skin.

His eyes traveled up...