Chapter Two Hundred-Ninety-Seven – Gifts
Laurel's mind wondered for a bit. Why was she at High Moon Kingdom? Just to suffer? But she had to endure! For the spies' sake! For those drugs to be destroyed!
"King Asher, we'd fist fight soon." Laurel warned, her eyes darkening on the object of her hatred for the past minutes. "I'd appreciate it if you show respect for my officials."
She didn't bring any werewolf for his crazy experiments so the least she expected from him was comportment.
A smirk grew on Asher's face. With that response, the Knight should be important to her.
He looked over at Bebe, he found her boring since she had already been used by him. He'd hate to reuse a test subject. The young Beta… he looked away. A child.
Asher jumped out from the bed, stunning them all. There was nothing better to do, so he'd take her words for it. "I'd be handicapped, both hands if you want. Let's fistfight."
