I then snapped his neck, his body falling limp to the ground in front of me.
I crouched over and put my mouth to his ear and whispered to his corpse.
"Lycans aren't extinct."
I then snapped his neck, his body falling limp to the ground in front of me.
I crouched over and put my mouth to his ear and whispered to his corpse.
"Lycans aren't extinct."
In Lycan lore, every wolf believes there is a soul that is their equal in every way: a perfect match. Their meeting is predestined, preordained by the Moon herself.
Aria Rose has spent her life dream...