The Chosen Mate Of The Lycan King
The scarred-lip patrol officer, named Tor, stood in front of him.
“Talk, you piece of shit,” he said, slapping Asher’s head.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“You have no ID, no proof you’re Moonclaw. Do you know anything about the kidnapping?” He growled and slapped his head again.
Asher shook his head, his cheeks hurt.
“I already told you, Tor,” he said, his curls falling over his eyes.
“I’m Asher Gochara, I live on the edge of town, and I rear chickens for a living, I was in the forest when I saw rogues fighting, I jumped in and saved Luna and her maid.” He said.
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