Sophia.

Dealing with people like her is simple for me. I don’t care if she’s a Lycan or not. How dare she even think of harming this queen? I take a step back and smirk at her folly.

‘Let’s get her, girl,’ my wolf howls happily. We like seeing blood. I grip her neck with no effort. She’s much too easy to capture. Is every Lycan as feeble as she is? I’ve heard that Lycans are significantly more powerful than wolves, so why is this Lycan so weak? I’m unhappy. I turn to face my mate, who stares at me with adoration. What the heck is the matter with him?...