Lycan king

The Lycan king had come to remind me of brunch with his mother and I couldn't be more scared. I knew it wasn't going to end well.

“Just breathe,” Sheliah whispered. Of course I named my wolf.

The walk to where we were having brunch was awfully quiet, I couldn’t remember passing through so many doors last night. When we finally made it there, it was the rooftop, a table had been set up there and the view was magnificent … well, breathtaking. A waterfall poured from above, forming a small pond, which reflected the woods in every direction. The sky was clear blue with puffy clouds, not too high or too low for it to be uncomfortable. A light breeze rustled the leaves on the tree tops. It was perfect. I could have stayed here all day if only it weren’t for the fact that this morning the Lycan King's mother had summoned me here. My stomach lurched at the thought. The table was covered in a baby pink tablecloth, flowers were in little vases, along with glasses filled with red wine. There we