Amelia
Diego’s smile widens as he leans deeper into his slouch. I realize then that he’s just as cold as the other werewolves. The difference is that he’s more dangerous because he hides behind a relaxed demeanor.
“She’s just a human pet, brother,” Diego chuckles. “No need to get so worked up about it.”
Diego lolls his head over the arm of his chair, whistling upside down. A few collared pets scurry over in response, and I realize his whistle was a call to them.
Diego nudges Prince Owen’s arm with the toe of his boot. “I’ll trade you,” he offers, motioning to the humans cowering behind his chair. “My pets are very obedient, and I’ll even trade a few of mine just for her.”
I examine his allegedly obedient pets. Their bodies tremble, and even with their eyes downcast, I can tell how t
