Is that how a mother truly feels?
In that moment, the feeling struck me with a force that left me weak and cold.
“Good. Now we can talk in peace,” the lion’s voice startled me.
I stepped back a little, toward Nika, and knelt beside her. We leaned against each other; through the contact of our shoulders I could feel the tension and rage dominating the she-wolf, her uncontrollable desire to break free and kill. I looked one last time toward the exit. Even though the door was open and I could have escaped (I was the only one in condition; I could have run to look for anything to use as a weapon), I chose not to move.
The other feline was still there, leaning back against the desk again, holding a pistol in his hand, pointing it at us.
He watched us cautiously when Alexander broke the sil
