Ten months ago, before meeting Amelia. Alpha Edward, the powerful alpha of the Lycans, had to acknowledge that it wasn't his best day.
In actuality, it was veering straight toward grimy.
Being sprawled out in a filthy, dark tunnel while it was destroying his Armani suit and he had no clear recall of how he got there was horrible enough when he came to.
However, the moment he opened his eyes and used the exceptional night vision that came with his pureblood lycan blood, he saw a three-foot spigot hovering over him. It had stunted horns, hideous gray features, and delicate wings colored blue, gold, and crimson.
"Hey! Hey there, Lycan warrior and master! Wake up!" Looth growled, his wings twitching in terror as his old Irish accent was audible. " You mangy dog, wake up, or I'll have you
