Mr. Theo sped back into his room and put his pants on, leaving Dakota to wander around naked.
“We are in what used to be the vampire wing,” Mr. Theo said and picked her up before speeding to the Lycan-Werewolf wing.
“Are you sure we are alone? I can smell Lycans,” Dakota asked picking up some old scent of the people that use to stay at the higher council.
“You know you Lycan’s scents tend to linger around,” Mr. Theo said and put her down on her feet.
“This is where you were born,” Mr. Theo said, looking around at Mr. Makens room when he was known as Prince Duncan.
“Is this the same room my mother was murdered?” Dakota asked, hiding her anger and willing herself not to shift and kill Mr. Theo right there and then.
‘Maybe losing one child will make it worth it,’ Dakota considered for a
