Alexander’s POV
“You can’t keep her, Sire. You know what this will mean.”
Jame’s voice grated in my ear, a reminder I neither wanted nor needed.
I didn’t look at him.
My hands folded behind my back as we walked down the east corridor.
“You forget yourself, James. I don’t need your permission.”
“She is not one of us. She is a werewolf. Eventually they will find out and—”
“They will never find out,” I snapped, interrupting him. “And you aren’t going to say a word to anybody about it.”
It was a threat, and he knew it.
James frowned, but he knew better than to argue further.
He didn’t understand, and he never would. But there was something special about Joanne’s blood.
It gave me unnatural strength; just one taste of her, and I felt stronger. The scent alone allured me in
