"You will bear my pups. Only my pups. Which means we will need to rid you of that," Dimitri drawled, pointing to Lucy’s stomach. "Even if I have to rip it out of you with my own claws."
Dimitri didn't yell or explode, or even threaten. He promised. His calm, authoritative tone was more terrifying than rash volume. The nature of Lycans seemed violent, always on the verge of a rampage, so Lucy knew this was merely the calm before the storm. The deadly still that compelled other lesser animals to try and run in fright. Yet, Dimitri’s eyes didn’t swirl as the tempest brewed and rolled into being. No, the Lycan’s eyes were jet black, begging the question whether hell was truly a fiery scene or a pit of nothingness. Either way, he was King of the demons that must live there.
To Lucy’s dread, t
