Chapter Hundred-Nine – Disbelief
Frida glowered at the princess in distaste. How dare she act like she had gone through the worst things in the world?
She hurried away from her presence ignoring all she said.
Laurel wiped her face, cursing internally for crying in front of Frida. The bitch wouldn't get it. They should never think Lycans, a whole specie, was their opponent.
That'd set the stage for all the Lycans in the world; the ones that want war with werewolves, the ones that didn't, even the Werewolves who'd side with Lycans.
It'd never end.
"Let's go back, Bebe. You'd be staying with Sorren. Don't come out much. You aren't an official pack member so your rogue scent could put you in trouble."
Bebe touched the charm. "Can't I keep it? Sorren will avoid me too if my rogue scent gets out."
