L E I L A N I
After the court adjourned, Ronan walked to a few of the council members to shake their hands and thank them.
I stayed where I was, packing my briefcase. I needed to get out of there. I needed to get back to Orion.
I could feel Fenrir's gaze on me. I refused to look at him.
"Leilani."
His voice. Just as deep, just as commanding as I remembered. It sent a shiver down my spine.
I finished packing my briefcase, snapped it shut, and followed the other side, away from him.
I rushed towards Ronan’s car, ignoring the whispers and stares from the other wolves in the room. I could feel Fenrir's presence behind me. He was following me. He was not going to let this go.
"Leilani," he repeated again, his hand on my arm.
I stopped, but I didn't turn around. "Let go of me, Fenrir."
