As I was backed up against this tree staring at this rank looking Lycan looking down at me, he was looking at me like I was screwed.
“Who sent you?” I mind linked with him.
“How the hell are you doing that? We’re not in the same pack.”
“Answer my f*****g question.” I said.
“The King sent me.” He said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because he wants you. A white wolf with magical powers. You are one of a kind. The last of your kind.” He said.
“The Lycan King? He wouldn’t risk it.” I said.
“OUR Lycan King. The King of the Lycan Rogues. He would be so powerful with you by his side.”
“That’s why you attacked me in Alaska? My dad didn’t send you?” I asked.
“Your dad thinks he has friends. Most of them can’t stand him and won’t do a damn thing to help him. My King never had any intention o
