Draven’s POV-
*Thwack*
*Crash*
*Snap*
Blood splattered across my face, as I snapped the neck of the demon I was fighting. Thanks to my supernatural strength, I was able to tear the demon’s head clean off. There was no way he was coming back from that. Whoever this demon was, he put up one hell of a good fight, but he just wasn’t good enough.
I tossed his lifeless corpse on to the ground of the arena I was in. Staring down at it, a curiosity rose inside me. It wasn’t the first time I had that feeling. It came from wanting to understand more about what it was to be a demon. I knew what I was. A hybrid. Half-werewolf, half-demon. I have tortured and killed many werewolves. They told me a lot about being a werewolf. Though I could shift into a werewolf, my wolf does not talk to me, like
