Chapter 65 The Whipping

• The blood drained from Annette’s face as she watched Xavier walk away. Every detail of the scene engraved itself in her memory. The moonlight playing over Xavier’s hair, the tension in his shoulders as he walked, James screaming her name as two burly werewolves dragged him away. The wind picked up, howling through the branches of the trees overhead, an eerie whisper that set the hairs on the back of her neck to rising.
• “Xavier , please…” she called after him, trying to follow, but finding her way blocked by Damien and two of the biggest werewolves she’d ever seen in human form. Their hard expressions made her shiver. Shit. She was in so much trouble now.
• “Please,” she begged, locking her gaze with Damien’s. “I apologize, I was out of line. There’s no need for all this.”