MATERD TO THE SON OF THE DEMON KING
My legs were barely steady, my hand shaking violently against the wall.
I parted my lips and they shook.
Years ago, werewolves and demons had gone to war.
It was a power imbalance. They claimed to be more powerful than us, so they deserved to rule over us.
Werewolves had claws, supernatural strength, and a strong sense of smell, but that was it. Demons, on the other hand?
They had a strong sense of smell, they were strong—even stronger. Their eyes glowed red in their true form. They could drain a werewolf’s strength just by touching them, making them powerless.