Chapter 172 Out Of Control

• “Let… let go of me,” Lyra wheezed. Her vision blurred as tears pooled in her reddened eyes. Elijah’s massive hand was a vise around her throat, his eyes glowing with a murderous, predatory light. Lyra knew having Elijah back in the Silver-Moon pack was a bad idea. He was abruptly an enemy; all she did was ask if they could work together to get what they both wanted. But Elijah was a hardhead who was annoyingly difficult to control.
• “You think I’ve forgotten that little stunt you pulled, huh?” He let out a low, vibration-heavy growl. He tightened his grip until his sharp nails punctured her skin. Lyra gasped in pure agony. He had her pinned in a dark corner; the strobing lights of the party hall masked the fact that a murder was being attempted in a room full of witnesses. Elijah was insane. Lyra tensed, feeling the very breath of life being squeezed out of her. His eyes glowing a deep yellow, showing her his wolf. She was too weak to deal with him.
• “If you dare do anything tonight to ruin her hard work… I’ll rip your little heart out and feed it to my wolves.” Elijah shoved her away with disdain. She hit the wall with a sickening thud and collapsed to her knees, blood trickling down her neck.