~Aiyana~
I stared up at this man who had shown up from nowhere out of thin air, and referred to himself as the Lycan King, trying to process what kind of "proposal" someone as powerful as him would have for a pathetic, exiled wolf like me who'd just been caught screaming at trees like a lunatic.
Maybe he wanted me to be his personal jester? Dance for his amusement while he threw gold coins at my feet? Or worse… maybe he needed someone to test his food for poison. That seemed about right for my current streak of luck. Or perhaps he was a freak who collected tragic backstories and mine wouSld complete his set.
"Am I that handsome that you can't stop staring?" His deep voice cut through my spiral of increasingly ridiculous theories.
I scoffed, forcing myself to meet those unnervingly inte
