Chapter 129

Maeve’s POV

My eyes widened, and I stumbled backward as his intense stare fixed on me. The golden glow of his eyes sent a cold shiver skittering down my spine.

“You?” I whispered, voice trembling, as he held me with that wicked smirk.

In an instant his entire form warped. Draven’s dark hair shifted to long, golden waves, slipping neatly behind his ears and cascading to his broad shoulders. His face sharpened, cheekbones rising, eyes gleaming ever brighter. I let out a small gasp. There I was, staring at the very man who had haunted my dreams—and for the first time, real fear seized me.

He wasn’t the stranger on the dance floor anymore. The spell was broken, and he no longer smelled like a pureblood wolf but something darker. He rose from the table, each step slow, measured, until he stood a breath away. Towering over me, his chest pressed forward, forcing me to tilt my chin up. The scent of rosewood flooded my senses, and somewhere deep in my mind I he