THE TRUE WOLF BLOODS
For the prince, he was a mystery, he never showed himself and only did so on occasion, he traveled a lot and so I never got to know him.
A few seconds passed which felt like a long time for me before he spoke, his voice, deep, calm and collected, high and mighty like every other lycan in the room. “The moon goddess must have been out of her mind when she paired you, a mere werewolf with an original lycan. I am the prince!”
He moved forward, unsure if all these were real but then his face scrunched up again in disgust as he gave me a once-over.
“You weak, disgusting peasant of a nobody, running around polluting the place with your unsureness.” With a direct stare and not a break in eye contac
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