Learn Your Place

Slowly, the Lycan King pulls his imposing face away from mine, his broad chest heaving with exertion. He lifts his thick fingers, lightly touching his swollen bottom lip right where my teeth just tore through his flesh. When he pulls his hand back, a stark smear of bright, crimson blood coats his fingertips.

Total panic slams into my chest, instantly freezing the blood pumping through my veins. *