I turned around, and I felt the room shift. Thinius was staring at me with sweat beaded on his brow. His eyes were shifted to his wolf, a dark chocolate brown, average for a wolf. Just like him. I walked closer and his eyes widened. “Oh Thinius, you have to try harder than that.” The smile that broke across my lips was pure Nix, full of her hatred of power, abuse and killing intent.
“How is this possible?” His words were a bare whisper as he stared at me, slowly walking towards him.
I laughed, what else could I do, when a man stood in front of me sure of his strength and he was realizing it wasn’t doing anything? He pushed more, the strain evident on his face, but it barely moved me. Sure he was strong for other wolves. But not me.
He didn’t even come close to the king’s strength and
