“Equality? You look like you’ve been puked on by a ghost. If you have really spoken to her, then it’s safe to assume that your change is down to her… Wait… Holy shit? Are you actually a Lycan now?” I could see how it may look like it, I truly couldn’t deny that my change was radical, not only was my
On my way down to the packs dungeons, I became completely distracted by the blasting voices coming from the large tv in the sitting room. I made my way in cautiously and was greeted by non other than King Josh’s smug face plastered on the screen. He appeared to be giving yet another one of his horre
Dylan POV Sick… I felt sick to my stomach as I watched that smug bastard condemn Lewis to an early grave. A public execution hadn’t been done in a long time, and for the first one in months to be a Lycan was huge news. Camera flashes went off in the kings smirking mug of a face, and with it my ange
“The scars that we all bare will never heal… our loved ones, that were taken too soon by the lunacy of a tyrant lycans rule, will never return to us… but every wound we endured, both physical and mental, can and will be avenged…” I heard a chorus of cheers until the entire room erupted in howls and
Had I been kicking everyone in the face by denying the fact that my fate was to rule? I nodded my head at the alpha again, acknowledging his own words for once, and then glanced at the ale in my hand. I had only taken a single sip out of it, as I wasn’t a huge fan of the taste, however everyone in
Oliver POV I was extremely surprised by how calm Dylan actually was, as she opened the door to my cell and stepped inside. Looking directly at me expecting me to explain everything that had happened after we left for the border a few hours ago. "You know I wouldn't betray you now?!" I asked, displ
“I have been gifted the ability to mind link regardless of a mate bond. I just haven’t quite figured out how to do it…” After addressing Vees comment she turned back to me. “I was hoping you could attempt to contact him, just to see how he’s holding up. I need to know if he’s at least somewhat alrig
“Maybe it’s like a final farewell.” I stated in a very hushed tone, as to attempt to not let anyone hear my concerns. “Most of these people are unlikely to survive the battle.” “Maybe… I still think it’s in poor taste.” It left a sour flavor in my mouth also. “Will you come with me to see Dylan tom