*LUCAS*
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Staring this hateful creature in the face and pretending that I’m totally in love with her… it’s torture. But if I fail, I die. Everyone dies. The whole kingdom is depending on me.
So as Bethea lies draped across my mother’s throne with her lace-covered arm draped over her face, all I can do is clench my jaw in anger. I have to fight the instinctual urge to run up and wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze the life out of her while I watch the light fade from her eyes.
It’s what a werewolf is made to do… to kill vampires. Now there’s one sitting right in front of me, desecrating my mother’s memory. Nobody has sat in that throne since she died of a vampire bite when I was a child. Now this disgusting vampire is laying across i
