WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.
Zuri showed Lyra a small packet of opium that she used to have and her eyes lit up, she lunged at her again, but Zuri easily dodged her. It was not so hard to do that, Lyra's move was clumsy at best, though the expression on her face could send shiver down her spine.
This shrine was located in the middle of the city, where bustling street was only a few minutes walk away, but Lyra was so bold to choose this shrine as a place for her to get high. She liked the attention from the people, who saw her as a saint.
Thus, she made sure, they knew when she was here.
"Give it to me!" Lyra growled at Zuri, this was not the gentle behavior that she used to show to other people. Everyone really had their own dark secret and shit they wanted to hide.
"Why? Sir Bairone refused to give you more? He didn't want you to increase the dose?" Zuri tilted her head, taunted her.