Valentine’s POV:
The next morning, my wolf was all jittery and edgy. Whether I liked it or not, what Antonio waid last night wasn’t wrong. I knew what was going to help clear my mind.
Jogging into the weapon room, I grabbed an axe and walked off into the woods. I kept walking until I reached the area where we had cut down a few trees. Logs were kept on the ground so that they could dry.
I was The Lycan King, the most powerful and the most barbarous. How could I even feel a tiny bit of ‘something’ for someone who wasn’t my mate? Thinking to myself, I jerked off my shirt. Carrying a huge trunk, I placed it on the slab of rock and raised the axe above my head. With one swift strike, I cut the log into two pieces. I walked back to the logs and carried another trunk on my shoulder. And that’
