~Christopher~
He was going to come here, I knew it.
I paced the floor of my room quickly, sweat running down my temple. I could still see his hulking figure in my doorway, that night he came to get Grace.
I knew he could snap me like a twig.
I’d seen his claws, even in his non-shifted form. And his teeth.
I shivered. The Lycan King really wasn’t somebody to mess with, and yet here I was, poking the bear.
I laughed out loud to myself. Was I crazy or stupid? Probably both. No one in their right mind pissed off the Lycan King.
But here I was, doing it over and over, testing his patience and wits to see how far I could go until he snapped.
But, I was afraid that I pushed it too far.
Launching attacks on his land was one thing, we both knew I was no serious threat to him or his
