Arya's POV

I got out of the car, looking at the pathetic packhouse. It's not as big as any of ours, as I go into the packhouse, I realize the males and females are gawking at me. Of course, they will. I'm a Lycan Princess and normally, Lycans are very superior to wolves, we are stronger, more sophisticated, and graceful, even more beautiful than other supernatural beings.

I look at the picture of my brother's mate and ask a snotty wolf where I can find her but she commented something nasty and I slapped her, leaving her screaming at me but I don't care about her, how dare she call...