Sloane’s POV
A guttural snarl tears from Xavier, making students gasp and shrink back, though many still keep their phones raised. His fangs glisten beneath his curled lips, Moros at the surface. The disciplined hockey player is nearly gone. His grip is iron, locked around the collar of Kai’s jacket, pinning his best friend like a doll, his expression is a mask of pure, murderous intent.
Veins bulge along his neck, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles twitch erratically.
My throat closes up as I tremble against the cold wall, my knees threatening to give out beneath the lingering revulsion of Kai’s touch. His taste in my mouth…
Xavier leans in toward me, still gripping Kai’s jacket- whose fangs have reverted. Xavier sniffs the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. And the moment Kai’s scen
