-Marcela- Olena turned pale. I helped her to stand up to face this dickhead with all the pride and decorum we have as the Lycan Ladies. The Duke looked at our ragged and dirty clothes, displeased. I blushed, but I kept my stance; I mustered all the hate and resentment I had in my body for everything that had happened to me until now. I felt how it burned my almost empty stomach. Good. Hate is good. It's fuel to keep me standing and cover Blair, who was hiding the magical plant in the corner. "What do you want here, Sir?" Olena asked with a shaky voice. "Shut up, insolent!" The pervert guard raised his hand to smack Olena. She only closed her eyes while I moved fast to protect her, but the strike never happened. When Olena and I opened our eyes to see why the aggressor stopped, w

