A Feisty Bride For the Twin Lycans
Sure they were a family tied to Mafias, werewolves too, but the shocking discovery was that the heads were twins.
And none other that the infamous Black Death and Tiger.
The silence that followed was heavy, filled only by the faint sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves.
Draco glanced around as if he was confirming that Marius was actually gone
I glanced at him, who just leaned casually against the tree like he wasn't just bleeding from his head.
“Alright,” he muttered, “Now that my scary brother's gone, what do we do with you?”
I frowned, tightening my grip on the stick I still held. “You can start by letting me go back home, and we can call off the stupid deal.”