Blake

Walking around the lycan city, I glanced at Anthony. He pushed his raven hair back again and hid it under the baseball cap. I was surprised no one recognized him, even if he was in casual black clothes. He was their monarch, and they nearly worshiped him. One simple change of clothes couldn't be that radical, could it?

“It's about time I get a fucking haircut,” he said, and I arched my brows. He even swore.

“Are you sure now is the moment to do this? We just left without telling our mates.”

He chuckled, giving me a smug look. “Penelope knew I needed some space. I am tired...