Painting a fake smile on her face, she headed over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down directly in front of Lukias.
“Get off my table!” Lukias growled, slamming his cutlery onto his tray.
“Your table? I am sorry, I didn’t realise you owned the table. I do not see your name written in gold upon it. Therefore, I have deduced that it is free for anybody to sit upon it,” Uki smiled, as Lukias shook his head in dismay. The young werewolf princess was a pain in his behind. She refused to move. He did not have an issue with her being a royal, like he was. Nor did he care that she was werewolf, he believed his uncle Markus was ridiculous in his relentless pursuit of killing as many of the snow wolves as possible, when he was out of his hibernation. But she was a kid. 14, or nea
