Killing that son of a b***h was the best decision I'd made; Calvin didn't want to be constrained from me, and when he declared Silvia was his personal play doll and he could do whatever he wanted to her and daughter, he breached our rules.
The i***t had little hope of escaping with a Lycan and a werewolf ripping him apart; we didn't care what he meant; his sobs indicated that he enjoyed manipulating her, the fear in her eyes, and his daughter made him proud.
I was pleased I had stripped him, since it was while inspecting his clothes that I discovered the missing papers from my book, which outlined what a female Lycan could do if they were blood related.
This information made no sense, but I read that there were actual female cousins who showed indicators of being Lycans; it wasn't clear
