Aira.
"What do you know about the Lycan king? Why is he the way that he is?" I cornered Helen in the hallway after I had been released from the kings chambers, barely acknowledging the wounds I had sustained. My arms throbbed with pain, the wounds from Kael's claws still oozing blood. I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the discomfort.
She wore a puzzled expression as she took in my appearance. Her gaze raked over me, her eyes widening as they stopped at my bloodied arms. "What do you mean?.. What the!? You're injured! What happened in his chambers?!" She cried out, alarmed.
I growled back, moving even closer, my eyes blazing with intensity. "My wounds don't matter right now," I hissed, my voice low and urgent. Ensuring we were alone, I whispered tightly, my words barely audible. "I
