The black cat purred, rubbing its cheek against Ronan's jawline. Its ears folded in delight while its fluffy tail brushed underneath his chin.
The Lycan Alpha stirred, his brows furrowing, but he remained semi-asleep, his body still requiring sufficient rest to heal from the Moonbind Draught.
Vivian raised her brow questioningly as she observed the cat's familiarity with Ronan.
Did the Lycan Alpha visit Sabre Coven that often for the cat to be so fond of him? And of all people to purr up against, the cat chose the most terrifying Lycan beast?
Vivian reached for the cat, concerned that the animal would disturb Ronan's slumber, but it hissed angrily and recoiled, fangs bared and red eyes gleaming odiously. Its tail stiffened up, wary of the she-wolf.
Vivian withdrew her hand, confused as to why the cat reacted with so much hostility to her approach.
Was she really all that intimidating?
