POV: Allison

"You must be courting death, little wolf," she murmured, her voice a dark caress. She stepped forward, crowding me against the doorframe, one hand braced above my head.

"Showing up at my room after I saw you all over my man is nothing but a death wish. Do you want to die? Why do you crave death so much?" She asked, feigning concern. I moved back until my back hit the wall, my breath coming too fast. Way too fast. She sniffed the air around me, smirking with pleasure.

"Why are you here, Allison? Are you trying to infuriate me, or did you come for something else? I...