Chapter 96

• Third Person’s POV
• Elijah’s eyes, bright with their usual mischief, darkened in an instant. A glint of cold fury slipped through, sharp enough that even Celeste felt it ripple in the air like claws drawn unsheathed. His voice had been soft—only three words—but those words carried the dangerous edge of a wolf ready to bare fangs.
• To her own surprise, the irritation in Celeste’s chest lightened. Something about his sudden anger on her behalf calmed her wolf, even amused her.