Kyrell
Third Person
He should have killed her. He should have sat in that meeting with his parents and endured the pain squeezing at his chest. He wanted to do anything other than what he did. Save her.
The abomination the Moon Goddess gave him as a mate. A weak human that couldn't endure a minor nail injury. A weak human that couldn't find her way out of trouble after finding her way into it. The same human he stopped another Lycan from claiming.
He crossed one leg over the other, tilting the glass of whiskey in his hands. The hunt is tomorrow. Lycans above thirty who hadn't claimed a mate would go schizophrenic, and that was a fate no Lycan wanted. Therefore, they hunted unclaimed females and marked them before the Crimson Hunt.
That was why security this year was tightened, to prev
