Lylah stared at the different weapons set before her—swords, axes, spears, daggers of all kinds—all polished.
Slowly, the weight of her decision sank into her chest, choking her.
She glanced at the Grand Lord, who was giving orders to a warrior that stood listening with full attention.
Lylah swallowed at the sight of Lucas’s built form, muscles rippling beneath his skin underneath his loose tunic. He was utterly terrifying—the second strongest Lycan in the realm.
She recalled how he had struck the maid earlier, how the impact had thrown her across the space. The sickening bone cracking, The blood, the bruises, the swollen face…
Was she going to survive this? Hell! She didn’t even have a wolf to heal her. And the male doesn't seem to care.
How could he? She was the one who bought thi
