Trevor stared in stunned silence at the figure approaching the car from the waterfall. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as bone, his breath caught somewhere between disbelief and fear. Roman made it out of the bedrock of chaos.
Only, he didn't look like Roman—not the towering, proud Lycan King who struck fear in all who crossed him. This man was... broken. Unrecognizable. His tall, powerful frame was covered in grime and blood, large gashes crisscrossing his bare chest and arms, some still oozing. His dark hair hung in thick, matted strands.
He was completely naked, save for the blood and soot that covered him like a second skin. His eyes, though—those burning, blue eyes—still glowed with the same unwavering intensity.
Trevor didn't say a word. There was no need. He knew what that look in Roman's eyes meant.
He simply reached over and unlocked the passenger door.
