“So this is what you look like. The Millennium Coyotes.” Rayne taunts as he stands back in front of him.
The Coyotes let out a laugh that sounded like the wheels of the carriage.
His socket eyes stare back at Rayne, while his jagged teeth and bald head make him look like a ghost that dies from getting burned.
“How could you? I want my face back,” the Coyotes affirmed in his deep and chilling voice, which would send a series of electricity down anyone's body at the gruesome image of him.
Rayne was infuriated that this little thing could kill an innocent woman just because he needed something. He needed his face, and yet he came to his kingdom to take humans.
“That's exactly what you look like,” Rayne said, breaking his resolve.
“I will kill you,” the Coyote threatened with his h
