#Chapter 63 Perfect Time
That was impossible. Evan would never stoop to mating with a half-breed nothing, one that even used to be a filthy slave for another pack. Flicka had asked her father to look into Claudia's past.
She knew basically everything there was to know about the weakling bitch, though that wasn't saying much considering she was lower than trash. Illegitimate daughter of an Alpha of a weak pack -- the disgraced Dark Moon pack no less, most of whom had been slaughtered all on the same day weeks ago -- and of a human slave. Honestly, Flicka didn't despite humans so much as she was disgusted by those who dared to try to mingle with superior werewolves.
