Birdie's POV:
"My name is Birdie, your majesty."
"For f***s sake." Brandon muttered darkly.
The king raised a brow. "Birdie," He said. I loved the way my name just rolled off his tongue. Smooth like oil. My cheeks heated up and I reminded myself to remain absolutely calm. "And not Beth?"
"Birdie. Not Beth."
Suddenly, he smiled. His eyes glowed and I felt a really dark and oppressive aura fill the air. it clogged up my nose and throat, making me unable to breath.
"Welcome to the Lycan pack, Birdie."
That welcome...it sounded so dark and ominous. Like nothing but bad things awaited me here.
I opened my mouth to reply but my words were stuck tightly in my throat. Every cell I possessed screamed at me to run. To run and never come back.
The king turned to Brandon and his eyes harden
