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.
"Rhett and Declan fortified the River Creek pack." Dacre sat down behind the desk, on Khaos' chair. He hated when someone touched his things and the king did it casually, as he inspected every object on the table.
"Rhett must have been the one who led the warriors."
"Yes, I expected the same." Dacre looked around the room, as if he could suddenly find someone there, but aside from him and his royal beta, also Khaos and his gamma, there was no one there. "Where is that woman? Where did you put her?"
The way he said it was a bit weird, as if Zuri was some kind of decoration that needed to be put on display for whoever came here.
"Have your people found Silas?" Khaos ignored his last comment.
Silas was Alpha Roland's firstborn, the title of alpha would be passed down to him if Alpha Roland had not yet appointed a specific son of his to succeed him.