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.
"Well to be fair, I don't think he will give a shit about me." Zuri twirled her hair with her finger, while blood dripped from her neck. "He doesn't give a shit about me… he doesn't give a shit about me…" she sang with the lyric.
Lorent stare at her while she was singing and then humming that stupid song.
"Yes, he doesn't give a shit about you," he validated her feeling. "He is here because he wanted his Shell back, not his mate. He is worried about you because you are the key for him to get the ultimate power of the lycan. You are nothing for him."
Zuri stopped singing, she stopped rocking her body back and forth. She stared blankly at Lorent and then chewed on her lip.
What Zuri said was right. Lorent most likely wouldn't get his mate back. He shouldn't have let Zuri knew about the existence of his mate. That was his fault.