A Slave to the Kings
Klaus shook his head in the negative, I know he's biting his tongue to keep from swearing at me.
"Fine." I took a bone-shaped cookie out of my pocket, just like the kind you give to dogs, and threw it to him.
I saw Klaus's pupils widen and then shrink as his anger grew, I saw the cookie fall to the floor, right in front of him, and I heard the rumbling of Klaus's stomach once again. After all, the cookie was made with the finest meats and smelled delicious, even more so for a Lycan, even one with impaired senses.
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