Book 2: Chapter 4

Osiris POV

A pretty redhead is sitting at the front desk of the main building of Lycan City. She is bobbing her head up and down to the music that is playing in the lobby and pops the gum that is in her mouth. Standing in front of her, I watch her with interest for a moment before I knock my fists gently on the desk in front of me.

The redhead looks up and jumps back at the sight of me. She lifts her nose discreetly into the air and sniffs gently. I know she checking to see if I am a werewolf or human. Her nose wrinkles in disgust with the realization that I am a rogue, and she scoots back awkwardly in her seat.

"Can I help you?" She says, clearly uncomfortable with my presence.

"I have a nine o'clock meeting with the Lycan King," I say confidently.

The redhead turns back to her computer and flips through a couple of screens. "The King doesn't have a nine o'clock appointment."

My face falls in disappointment. I thought at least that the King would have the decency to meet with me