He was like the boogey man. The creepy ghost spirit that came in the night and reaked fear and havoc. When it came to the Lycan King, all sense died within me. I knew nothing other than what he wanted of me. I wanted nothing but to listen to him. Why? He had such a sense of power over me. Over everyone. What does it take for a man like this to bleed? I wondered to myself.
I knew that my escape would happen sooner or later. I just didn't want it to be later. I needed a plan, and I would do it, with or without the king's brother.
