Chapter 55 The Lie

• Yvonne stared, momentarily frozen, at the large hand that had suddenly engulfed her injured finger. Before she could even process what was happening, an arm snaked around her waist. With effortless strength, Bryan half-lifted her from the floor and guided her to the sink.
• His expression was a mask of dark thunder. He twisted the faucet, letting the cold-water run, and carefully held her bleeding fingertip under the stream. Since she hadn't undergone her wolf awakening, her regenerative abilities were a fraction of a normal werewolf's. A cut like this would take time to heal.
• "Stay in the hall," Bryan said without turning around, his voice a low, commanding vibration aimed at the three small figures peering around the kitchen door. "Do not come in."