Love is the greatest test of greatness…
Gamma Kif was a cunning and eloquent man, slim and tall, mostly wrapped in purple silk and heavy gold accessories—too fashionable for a Gamma. He was Gamma Bran's greatest anti-fan. He hated Charlotte; she was very beautiful but unattainable to him. That angered him.
"When you have no mate, you'd come running to me, you worthless wench," he said as he drew out a pistol from the drawer in his study. Riding a horse down to their house, his hand itched in anticipation of killing off an alpha.
Guns were banned in Lyra except in special cases. When he was about to reach the house, he alighted from his horse and walked the rest of the journey. It was a starry night, and the half-moon hung beautifully in the sky. Aurelius sensed Kif's presence and stood up from the porch.
"I heard you're swift, but faster than a bullet? Let's see," Kif said as he cocked the gun.
