The elevator groaned as it dropped deep into the earth.

The walls were cold, grey metal, and the air smelled like old bleach.

I stood between Alvaro and Javier, with Luciano right behind me. I could feel the heat coming off them.

Since they took those serums to save me, their presence felt louder, like their wolves were right under the skin.

“Stay close,” Alvaro said. He didn’t look at me, but his hand gripped my waist like he was afraid I would float away.

“I’m fine, Alvaro,” I muttered. “I’m the one who wanted to talk to him.”

“You don’t know what he is, Amaya,” Javier snapped. He wasn't...