47 Chapter 47: Widow's tears and traitor's blood

Zack's POV

"Wait! Won't silver kill her?!" Elize exclaimed, her face construed in fear.

Zack chuckled, hearing her innocent question. It seemed that all the information that his mate knew about their kind was from the fantasy novels. Alex had once mentioned how his sister loved reading them ever since she was eleven. Apparently she had a whole collection of them back at home. It was a pity that she had to grow up in the outside world, far away from where she belonged. He made a mental note to get her a set of werewolf history books once she was healed and back to her normal self.

He looked at Elize, her gray eyes wide like a scared child, reflecting the dim yellow of the candles. She was so beautiful, laying in the tub lazily, her back supported by one side of the marble pool. Zack thought, his mouth settling into a gentle smile.