Sofia
That damned mongrel was insufferable!
I watched her wander off after passing every challenge the guards I’d sent to “supervise” her training had offered.
How hard was it to exhaust one mutt? I had told them to wear her out. Yet she still had a bounce in her step as she walked.
I needed to find someone less incompetent. I was going to put that damned mutt in her place if it was the last thing I did. That b***h had interfered with my plans one time too many.
What did Damien see in her, anyway? Why, after so many centuries, did he turn his attentions to this one werewolf tribute? He had never so much as glanced at any other blood pet.
What made this b***h so special?
I needed a new plan. The guards I’d sent after her knew not to touch her. I did not dare be too explicit in my
