Reed POV:
"Feisty. Me likey."
That was my wolf's first stupid thought as the human—no, she—exploded in my face with enough rage to shake the room. A minute ago, she was a cowering thing, clinging to secrecy like it could save her. Now she was snapping like a kitten that didn't know she was made of glass.
Cute.
But the tone?
The audacity.
No one speaks to me like that. Not even my mother since I was declared heir to the crown of the Alpha king. Not since the authority of an Alpha king started to burn in my blood my veins. Only the Alpha king, my father was able to evoke submission from my wolf. That tone would have meant death from anyone else. But she… this fragile, furious little thing… she spoke down to me. Mocked me. Compared me to that blood-sucking corpse like I was some half-baked villain from a horror movie. Though her description of dracula wanna be was funny.
