Hunter
There was something satisfying about watching Serina being carried off to my rooms. As much as I tried to fight the desire for her it was hopeless. She was my mate and would always draw the animal from me.
Even if I couldn’t stand her.
My subjects had been eager to see me, a comfort when I had looked upon the once mighty city turned to rubble. The rows and rows of helmets lining the streets almost chanting to me,
You failed us.
When they had turned on Serina, I had to fight my wolf. He was against me in it all. He hated the treatment of our mate, the way the people blamed her, the way that the female wolves flocked to me. I couldn’t miss the way Serina’s wolf came to the surface then too. Serina may have her feelings locked down, but her wolf was still as wild as ever.
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