Birdie's POV:
"You should hurry up." The lycan said, same thing he had said the last twenty seconds ago.
"Don't you have like cars or something around here? Why does it feel like the freaking middle ages? And how far is the palace or whatever?!"
"Hurry up and quit your yapping!"
"I'm being serious!"
He paused, so abruptly that I slammed into his back. He spun around and faced me, a scowl on his face. "I don't have the time to deal with this behavior of yours. I have a lot of things to get done that don't involve babysitting an annoying werewolf."
I opened my mouth to reply, and the next thing I knew he grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder like I was a sack of rice. I groaned in pain, his shoulders digging painfully into my ribs. I struggled against him, hitting his back a
