Chapter Fifty-One

Claire Look how scared he is, her wolf laughed. I can feel it. Claire could feel it, too. Even through the hatred of his evil red glare, she felt the fear leaking into the air like a pierced balloon. His lycan was larger than the others, but not near as big as hers. His claws protruded from his hands, his posture hulking as she paced back and forth, stalking him around the parlor. All the crap he'd pulled her into over the course of her first semester swirled in her head. The audacity and entitlement he held for himself. He tried to take her mark from her, tried to take her mate from her, without any care that he'd ruin her life. Ruin what was meant to happen … all for some army he wanted to build? Well, the joke was on him because she planned to tear down every lycan in this place until he had no army, no kingdom, and no chance of concocting another evil plan. The other wolves had left the parlor; she sensed they were alone, and it felt good knowing they trusted her enou