CAINE
If my mate didn't have so much loyalty to the rainbow-haired witch, I'd kill her on the spot.
She might have magic, but as far as I can tell, her physical combat ability is closer to nil than average. Even magic requires time, and a Lycan is fast. A Lycan King is even faster.
But I keep my hands fisted and force down the instinctive urge to shift, even as Fenris yawns in the back of my head. Are you two done now?
Once he was able to check on Grace, his anger dissipated. It might have something to do with leftover slices of bacon Lyre tossed his way, because even the great Lycan King's wolf—apparently—is willing to sell his soul for a bit of meat.
Bacon isn't just any meat, Fenris grumbles.
Lyre turns her back to me, storming toward the SUV. Each step thuds against the ground with fury.
