Eve was looking at her three mates now....Damon, still on the bed, breathing hard, his cock still ready, confusion and anger warring on his face. Damian, sitting up fully now, his expression alert and assessing, watching his youngest brother with the focus of someone ready to intervene if necessary.
And Silas....Cain....holding her with a tenderness that somehow coexisted with the predatory intensity radiating from him.
Fear gripped her.
She'd known this was coming. Had trained for it, prepared for it, been told repeatedly that she was getting strong enough. But knowing something intellectually and facing it in reality were entirely different things.
"Cain?" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
He raised his head from her neck and looked at her.
The eyes that met hers were pure gold...no trace of Silas's dark brown remaining. Ancient, patient, absolutely certain. The wolf who had been waiting for months, watching her grow stronger, preparing for this exact moment.
