Wyatt POV
I've always despised vampires. In my opinion, they are nothing more than repulsive vermin. Yes, I may have used Freya in the past to fulfill my physical needs, but the mere thought of it now disgusts me. Sitting in the private room, my anger simmered like a tea kettle on the verge of boiling over, as I observed Lord Black's piercing gaze on Misty. Misty, the powerful and underestimated witch that she was, would never succumb to his advances. Yet, despite my overwhelming desire to whisk her away, I had to maintain our cover.
"We should begin," I said urgently, not wanting to waste a single moment. "We requested an item belonging to the wolf prince to strengthen the spell. Do you have it?" I inquired, turning my attention to Lord Black. Freya stood up and handed me a worn journal
