ROWAN
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Gray eyes.
Gray human eyes.
And that face.
Wasn't this the sex slave from the human realm?
What was she doing here?
How did she even get?!
Someone siezed my shirt by the neckline, throwing me off the windscreen, slamming me right against the ground, claws raised, while the scarred female face in front of me slowly became animalistic, black furs sprouting out of her flesh, canines snaking out from the corners of her lips, a growl tearing through her to throat.
I was too busy for this búllshit!
I wasted no time in throwing her off me, with a force that sent her back flying into the nearest tree, hitting it squarely, leaving a crack behind.
Dusting off my shirt, I stood up.
How dare that animal get her hands on me? Attacking me like she even had a chance to win.
Werewolves were just as below the power chain as Night crawlers. They were the dogs of our realm and these two attacking me were either being complete idiots or too greedy for their own good.
