CHAPTER 7: WILL SHE GRIEVE FOREVER?

McKenna's POV

The crowd was roaring Lincoln's name and those that were not, a Galatea Guardian strategically placed themselves behind them unbeknownst to them. We knew Vincent had loyal patrons lurking in the kingdom and now we left it to them to reveal themselves even if they didn't know it.

"You're going to regret this," Vincent snarled walking past me. "FUCK. OFF!" I growled in his face. "Careful, I wouldn't want to kill you before I have you watch Lincoln fall to his knees without a head," he laughed. "Besides, you've seen better days. Maybe when I'm done with him, I'll take you on as one of my least favorite whores. I'll be sure to pass you around to my fellow warriors," he said seductively biting his lips. "You aren't even a living wolf. I am certain you were created in error," I said bored. "You cunt! You have no mind to know anything! It is you who has clawed her way into my family's space. Sorry bastard whore!" He shouted. "Yet, I am not the one my parents fear for killing my