The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
"You think I am insecure?"
He walked around the table. I held my ground, though every instinct told me to run.
He stopped inches from me. He didn't touch me. He just let his power wash over me, a tidal wave of dominance and heat.
"I am the Lycan," he growled. "I fear no man. I fear no army. But I know rot when I smell it, Yara. And that man... he stinks of it."
"He is my friend," I insisted, my voice shaking. "And I will not abandon him."