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.
Dacre would be very dense if he couldn't see right through Rose's intention for coming here personally to deliver the news. The scout should have come right away to meet him instead of relaying the information to Rose.
It became more obvious when Rose blatantly asked to enter his tent. She looked surprised when Dacre denied it, but she was graceful enough to not make a big deal out of it.
"The scouts have found five ships of food supplies in the River Creek's pier. Those are big ships, but from the look of it, they wouldn't have enough room to supply people with food until the end of the winter." Rose touched her chin, thinking. "At best, they will be running out of food within a few weeks from now."
Dacre nodded, as he listened to her analysis. "Do you have any idea what to do?"
Rose narrowed her eyes. "I am thinking of a plan, but I am not sure if the king will agree to it or not."
"Let's hear about it."