Chloe’s pov
Fernando dragged a thumb across my right arm, forcing my eyes open.
There was no trace of the s***h. No scab, no dried blood, not even a faint pink line to mark where his silver blade had torn through my skin hours ago.
A dark, terrifying smile spread across Fernando's scarred face.
"Not a scratch," he whispered, his raspy voice dripping with awe and greed. "I knew it. The divine blood runs pure in your veins."
Beside me in the straw, Ray let out a sharp gasp, staring at my arm with wide, frightened eyes. I pulled my arm back, clutching it against my ribs, but the damage was done.
"You're coming with me, girl," Fernando said, rising to his feet and motioning to the two massive rogues standing behind him. "You're going to sire the next Lycan King, and with your power, Red
