Damien remained kneeling.
“Your majesties, I apologize. I had no idea.”
His voice trailed off and July tilted her head at him. In that moment, I could see the striking resemblance between her and the prince. The same raven dark hair, the same proud aristocratic nose and cupid bow lips.
“You are aware,” she said “that as lycan prince, my brother could have you stripped of your land and your title, even your silver bitten name if he wanted to.”
She is right. The Lycans of the Sunglow court ruled not by pack but by reason of the sheer power in their bloodline.
An Alpha had the ability to compel and command his pack. A Lycan had the ability to compel even the strongest of Alphas. No one with werewolf blood in their veins could resist the command of a Lycan’s voice.
“July,” her brother
