The Newest Monster

ROWAN’S POV

“Vance.” I grab his wrist, yanking him back with all the strength I have. “Vance, don’t.”

He’s trembling under my grip, vibrating with barely contained rage, his golden eyes locked on Winston with murderous intent.

Winston doesn’t even flinch. He sits there, wine glass in hand, watching the Lycan King snarl at him like he’s observing something mildly amusing.

Unbothered. Unfazed. Like