“Rían?” Jenaveve said a little louder, inching a little nearer to the massive Lycan beast. Her chest squeezed, breath puffing past her lips, as she tried to remember that beyond the silvery white hair, massive black claws, and garish teeth was the man she loved.
Despite the horrorish features, Rían’s monster was so big and so beautiful. Her beautiful beast. Beautifully dangerous, now that Dasianu was in control of it.
He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me…
As Jenaveve called out his name, the monster stiffened, absolutely still, for a moment before a raucous roar drowned the throne room. The Lycan’s head jerked toward her, his lips peeled back to showcase his wicked maw. He snarled again, stepping a foot in her direction, his eyes festering in anger. And she shrank, wanted to run, wanted
