Love

The lycan king, Leondre, walked in first. He wore a slate black tux and black shoes. His jet-black hair was a little tousled. 

His aura was stronger than my father's. It overwhelmed every corner of the room. The room fell silent for the second time tonight as they all bowed their heads in respect. It was even worse when their son, Prince Nicholas, came in after his Dad—a tall, handsome young man with the striking features of his father. 

My strong inner lycan whimpered at their ...