CHAPTER 53:SNARL

Even after several days and certain that he had managed to wash Beetles ’s scent from his skin, Snarl found he could barely look Damon in the eye , considering the abomination he had committed . Standing in the library of the Lauchair's

Manor with his hands clasped behind his back, Snarl chose instead to avert his gaze to the floor as he

listened to the latest report from his future alpha.

“We’ve had reports of strange witches in the area,” Damon explained, running his fingers

through his glossy black hair as he sat on the desk where his father usually sat in order to give them

their orders. Already Damon was looking like the embodiment of an alpha, sitting all high and mighty in

his father’s chair, and Snarl couldn’t help but feel a twisting in his gut whenever he thought of what his

best friend might do if he found out about him and his witch girlfriend. “Cole and Brent even scented a

couple within the boundaries of the community, but what we can’t figure out is how they are