Chapter 5

"Don't touch me," I said, instinctively jerking my hand away as soon as I woke up.

The man standing beside my bed froze instantly.

His hand hovered midair, claws gone, fresh scratches marking the back of his hand.

"I won't touch you," he said softly. "You have a fever. I only meant to change your bandages."

I stared at the black-and-gold insignia on his chest: a crown of two wolves.

He was Kaelen Shadowclaw, the Lycan King of the Shadow Empire.

Stories claimed he had torn apart three rebellious packs single-handedly. No wolf dared stand tall in his presence.

Yet…