There weren’t many stories about the third lycan prince as there were about the first two that I’d read and heard about as a child and growing up, but not once did I think he was this much of an asshole. My heart was drumming loudly in my chest and a cold enveloped me. Fear and irritation were the only things I felt as the horrific scene continued to play in my head.
He’d bragged about having Heather, but I doubt Draven is even aware of this. What manner of animal is he? And what would have happened if Draven hadn’t showed up when he did? Would I have successfully gotten out? I resisted the urge to curse the moon goddess. She claimed to have blessed me with the gift to foretell the future and see the past, yet I didn’t have the power to defend myself. I was weak!
My heart froze when I heard a tap on the door, but before my body could move to answer it, the door was flung violently open and my eyes were met with the dark, cold eyes of an angry Draven. Of course it was his suite, and
