Arthur’s POV
His lips curled into a faint smirk, almost mocking. I gritted my teeth, watching his every move, calculating the best place to strike.
He towered over me, his muscles tight, red eyes glowing in the dark. His breath came out in slow, deep growls, like he was waiting for me to make a move.
Something about him was wrong. And my devil Alpha sensed it. This was no wolf at all, it wasn't a myth like Amelia had suggested.
Part of the advantage that comes with being a devil Alpha was the fact that you can sense who a person was, who his wolf was by just looking at him but he was different.
I couldn't sense anything. Yet he was faster and stronger than me, another proof that he was a product of dark magic.
“Who are you?” I growled, wiping the blood from my lip.
The beast tilted his head, like he was amused. He didn’t answer, slowly he morphed into his half werewolf form but his face was still full. He was hiding his identity.
“Are you scared?” He teased me. “Don't be, I won't k
