Alpha Angel
At least, part of it did, the other part was ready with teeth bared and claws outstretched, prepared to defend herself as she had always had to because nobody else was going to do it for her.
Layon opened his mouth as if to speak, running his fingers languidly through his glossy black hair. Yet the burly, caveman-looking werewolf
beside him beat him to it.
"Well, well, if it isn't the traitor's daughter,"
Jason growled menacingly, though there was an edge of amusement to his tone that made
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