Rejected Mate: The Lycan King's claim
Dexter was meticulous about security, never leaving anything open or unlocked considering his huge secret, that he was a hollow wolf.
I eased in and looked around to be sure no one was coming inside the house behind me.
“Dexter?” I called out, my voice trembling slightly.
There was no answer. Then I saw it, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the scream.
Dexter’s body was in the middle of his living room, dismembered, his body parts scattered around as if he had been ripped apart. The metallic scent was now unmistakable, it was blood. The walls were splattered with it, and on the far wall, written in what looked like blood, were the words that made my blood run cold.
Sikat na Kabanata