King Stefan hurried to his dark gray Audi, which was parked in a dark alleyway.
He had no qualms about wandering through the dark streets at whatever time of day or night. Few creatures were dumb enough to fight a werewolf monarch. Not unless they had a deadly desire.
He came to a halt when he turned into the alley. He drew the two daggers from his boots and scanned the shadow with a smooth motion.
Even through the stink of garbage and human waste, he could sense the distinct odor of ferals.
There are three ferals and one pureblood.
And so forth.
He expanded his posture as he noticed the nearest feral. He was short and wiry in human form, with a mane of long brown hair.
He resembled a schoolyard bully or a petty robber more than a night monster, but Stefan didn't miss the voracious
