Theo did not dare to fight. His body had already gone rigid, his legs too weak to move even if he wanted to.
Deep down, he knew the truth-tonight, he was not going to leave this place alive. The realization settled over him like ice and all he could hope for now was that his death would be quick.
If he was lucky, maybe the beast would show mercy and tear through his throat cleanly. Anything would be better than ending up like the rogue- mangled beyond recognition, or like Alec
He stood frozen as the large wolf began to move toward him. The air felt colder with every breath. Theo's heart hammered painfully against his ribs, his mouth dry as sand. He could smell the faint, metallic scent of blood clinging to the wolf and it only made him more fearful.
