His Royal Breeder
I knew Victoria was dead, but looking at Zayn, I realized the real monster had just won.
"She’s dying, Zayn!" I yelled, finally finding my voice. "The arrow is draining her!, you shouldn't have killed that witch, we still needed her."
"Did we?" Zayn said turning his gaze to mine, "I'm not as useless as you Zeke. I can suck out the poison from her."
"It's a magic arrow." I argued back frowning..
Zayn turned his cold, red eyes on me. The wolf was still hovering just behind his pupils. "I know it's a magic arrow idiot," he said, his voice flat and arrogant.