Victor’s wolf was in control if the hint of a growl in his voice was anything to go by or the way his lips curled to show his teeth—too rapacious to be a smile. He hadn’t moved a muscle, yet some primitive part of Elijah’s brain coiled, ready to run. The glint in Victor’s eyes said he’d like nothing more than a good chase. No, definitely not human tonight. And whatever hang-ups Victor had about mages, his wolf seemed to disagree.
