CALIFF

“You’re a werecat.” I stood before him. He was locked up inside the cell. The bars were thick enough that it would take time for him to cut it through with his claws.

“Yes.” He finally woke up, and his bite— a werewolf bite, and my claws left nasty scars on his skin.

“So what’s your beef with my kind?”

“Claire,” Sebastien replied from the concrete stairs.

“Elder Aciano’s wife.” I turned to him. “Why her?”

“You’re asking the wrong question, Alpha ...