The next day, Jena and Bastian emerge from her room. She has quite a mark on her neck. It looks similar to mine, whereas the one on his neck is a single puncture but bigger, as if she punctured him with her beak. I guess that’s what she did.
I expected to hear from Cedric the next day, but I didn’t. It wasn’t until Sunday that I got the call.
“Tana. Are you ready to be claimed?” He says in his arrogant Lycan tone.
“I don’t think so, Cedric.”
“Oh, I do, beautiful. You are mine, and it’s about time you realized that. Turn on your phone’s video,” he orders. So arrogant.
At first, I refuse. “Tana. You’re going to want to see what I have here.”
“Nothing you have will draw me to a battle with you, Cedric. I have no interest in killing you.”
“Hmmm, so maybe I should empty this incredible c
