Breeder For The Lycan King
A day in Mikhail’s mind, I shuddered, my life was dark enough, and I didn’t need any more pain.
“You did well, you defended your name, fought through the pain, used the anger to push through,” Mikhail started, his eyes looking around his warriors, gleaming with pride.
He shot me a wary glance, a silent question, he had noticed the missing warrior, killed by my hands.
“The night is young, drink, fuck, go crazy, the night is yours,” he said.
Cheers filled the night. The hoots resonated through the pack.
“Hudson, a word,” he commanded, walking back into his office.
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