🦋ALTHEA
The world seemed to stand still, his question hung in the air like I would if I didn't figure out an answer to his question.
I swallowed, my throat working past the lump. Past the borders of the werewolf races' territory were other races.
But I was neither witch nor fae.
He had caught on to one lie already. I would not dare another.
"I don't know why—" I began, only to be cut short by the Hell Hound's curt command.
"Strip."
My eyes widened, the tendrils returning, creeping over my skin.
Not here too—
"Please, I—"
"I have no trust in your kind, cur," he said, his voice flat and cold. "You survived something that should have killed you. Which means you are hiding something. A marking. A spell. Some trick your mother taught you."
His shadows coiled around me tighter, forcing me to stay upright despite my trembling legs.
"So strip," he continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Or I will have my shadows do it for you."
