The sharp, jagged tip of Sha Chen's spear was pressed firmly against Wan Ning's throat, causing a single drop of blood to well up and trickle down her mud-caked neck.
"I will not ask twice, you filthy feline," Sha Chen whispered. "Where is Xin Yi?"
Wan Ning swallowed hard, her chest heaving against the crushing weight of the Arctic Wolf's knee. Genuine fear finally pierced through her jealous delusion. This male wasn't posturing. He wasn't playing a dominance game. He was actually going to kill her.
"I—I told you!" Wan Ning choked out, her yellowish eyes darting frantically. "She ran! Into the wilderness! She is fast!"
"Liar!"
Hei Yan blurred forward. The Black Panther Alpha grabbed Wan Ning by her thick, muddy hair and violently yanked her head back. He leaned in, his nose flaring as he took a deep, aggressive breath.
"I smell the lavender," Hei Yan growled. "I smell it on your shoulder. On your hands. Mixed with her fear. You touched her."
