Christian
I observed Dominic's back as he continued looking out of the window. His posture was rigid and I could feel the rage radiating off him. But he remained silent. His beast was something else. Different from everyone else. He wasn't your ordinary werewolf. Well, neither one of us was since we were royalty, but his was something else. And that is the only reason he keeps him at bay and only lets him come out when things need to be dealt with, in his own way. And his way is definitely not a good way. And he has taught me to follow his footsteps. So, yes, I follow his ways. And man do I enjoy them! Call me sick, but yep, torturing your enemies in the worst possible ways that people could hardly even imagine was pleasing to our sight. We had grown up with it.
But right now, the situ
