Chapter 49: Lyros.

She walks into the room and the chatter of those around me dies down.

She looks stunning in the dress, but she's been stunning in every dress she's worn since she came here so I see it as normal now.

My normally stunning werewolf bride, who I am yet to kill and who is not supposed to be here at this moment.

I wait for her to forge a path to me. Lycans are proud creatures, so she has to draw her skirts up and bunch folds of the fabric in her hand to walk well, and even when she does, she bumps into as many people as are around us before she finally gets to me, huffing.

"I am so going to rip this monstrosity of fabric up when I'm out of it ."

I chuckle and bring the glass flute in my hand to my lips.

"Cain would kill you."

She goes rigid at that and I cock an eyebrow up at her. She regards me for a moment, makeup letting her features look even more surreal and the dark substance used to outline her eyes making them look like deep wells.

Great warm pools of brown. Black and brown give m