Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king.
Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from.
Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.
Their presence in real life paled in comparison to how Draven had told her about lycans—how deadly and bloodthirsty they were—and they must be mighty strong to be able to come to the werewolf territories without even guards of their own, only riding trained lygarths
