“I became what the world needed,” Diane said softly, but there was no warmth in her voice. “Every sane being fears the Lycans. They despise them for their brutality, for how they pillage and dominate. Especially werewolves like us. Haven’t you seen it for yourself? Haven’t you lived it? They raided our pack. They butchered everyone.”
She paused.
“I had to fake my death. I had to vanish. That was the only way to keep building my army without interference.” Her voice dropped, venomous now. “Those Lycans are devils. They’re wealthy monsters in handsome faces and strong bodies. And yet…”
She stepped forward until she was only a breath away.
Her eyes narrowed, glowing slightly in the sunlight. “Yet you… had the audacity to fall in love with them? Not one, but three?” Her voice cracked like
