Chapter Eighty-Three – The Werewolfess
"A beaten-up werewolf? Do you know what it means?"
Laurel frowned at Sorren. Wasn't it obvious they needed to protect the girl? Or was there anything more to it?
When she threw up all her food, she had noticed the girl looking at her. She was in so much pain with the way she limped towards her.
And being werewolf as well, even if the girl couldn't sense it, Laurel wanted to protect her.
"She was treated like that because she's werewolf, right?" Laurel asked. That'd be how she'd be treated if she wasn't wearing the charm. Which was really sad.
"It's more complicated than that." Sorren replied, he turned to the girl. "She's the Lycan Prince's property."
Property? Laurel grew livid. "Sorren, you didn't just—"
"I mean," Sorren sighed. "The Prince kidnaps werewolves and do some stuff to them. She might be a victim."
