"How do I kill him?" August asked with a grimace, the nausea still eating away at her stomach as she imagined following through with this decision to leave Graeme. But she would do it to protect her mate. She would do anything to protect him.
"I don't know how," Penelope shook her regretfully. "But if it can be done, you are the one to do it."
"What?" August chuckled in disbelief. "Why just me?"
"Genetically, you are the closest to a fae that any alyko has been. At least, that is my belief. And it is only a fae that can kill him."
"Why is that? Why a fae?" August's eyes went wide.
"You know the story of La Loba?" Penelope asked her, eyebrows raised, white dreadlocks shining in the moonlight. If August didn't know better, she would say Penelope was fae with how petite and ethereal she appeared out here under the full moon. "The fae who created the first lycan?"
