Claiming Our Runaway Lycan Queen
Before I could say a word, the cloaked man quickly laid hold on Ira, baring his claws and holding her dangerously by the neck.
"Lucius Valtor," he hissed, eyes flickering between I and Lucius. "And my dearest little impulsive brother," he mocked. "Dexter Draco Royale, isn't it?"
"Who are you?" I seethed, taking careful steps towards him as I thought on my next point of action.
"Don't even think about it," he snapped, noting my deathly intent with warning eyes. "I will kill her before you know what's happening."
"Let her go," Lucius griped, his tone reflecting his brooding anger. "Let her go, and I just might consider letting you live."
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