Jessica/Tessa pov.
“Why are you attacking us?” was the first thing I asked when we were finally alone.
He stood there quietly, his head slightly tilted like he was trying to read me. I wasn’t scared, not anymore. My lycan was already pushing close to the surface, restless and craving blood. If he tried anything stupid, I’d rip his throat out before he could blink and make an example out of him.
But he didn’t try. He just stared.
“Will you speak?” I asked again, taking a step closer.
Still nothing. His eyes followed me like he was trying to remember something…something personal, which made no sense. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at me, not with anger or fear, but… longing. And that made my skin crawl.
“Fine,” I said. “Stay quiet then.” I was about to turn away
