Chapter 142

Sheila's point of view

My eyes widened as I backed further away from him and his piercing stare. The golden gaze in his eyes sent a disturbing and cold chill down my spine.

"You?" I whispered breathlessly, as he kept watching me.

He smirked wickedly and his image transformed. Killian's hair changed into a long golden one that fell in place behind his ears, slipping down to his shoulders and his face changed as well.

A small gasp escaped my lungs as I was staring face to face with the man that had always crept into my thoughts. And for the first time in a long while, I felt fear.

He was the stranger on the dance floor. He had somehow spelled himself to change his appearance. And now that the spell was broken, he no longer smelled like a pureblooded wolf.

He pulled away from the table, taking slow calculated steps to where I remained rooted and stopped when he was a breath away. His towering height leaned closer, allowing me to gaze properly into hi