The woman laughed at the pathetic man kneeling before her, tears streamed down his aged skin as he begged for her to forgive him; whimpering for her to stop. She loved it. She loved this power that consumed her soul as she stared down at the man with hatred. A silver knife in her hand that was gently pressed against his skin, the pressure not enough to slice the skin but enough to burn his flesh. She felt utterly mad…and she loved it. ~ In a world of royalty, manipulation and power it was about time Everlyn got her revenge, and what better way than to have the werewolf King beside her? With lust and anguish will they be able to survive the obstacles thrown their way? Read to find out