Vivian was visibly fascinated by the bustling life of Clawveld. She never imagined she would be granted the liberty of roaming the market streets of a city.
Neither did Avery. The two omega females were engrossed in the entertaining activities and festivities unravelling at every market stall or city square.
The unusual sight was enough to draw their attention, leaving them oblivious to the true nature behind city life.
Ronan, on the other hand was unsettled. Vivian might have been completely ignorant of the fact that her shifter scent was now tainted, reeking of unholy wickan magic.
And in Clawveld, Wickans weren't particularly welcomed or received hospitably.
The Lycan Alpha ensured Vivian was practically glued to his side, his arm never leaving her waist for even a second. While Avery walked a few steps ahead of them where they could keep a watchful eye on her.
