Silas pov

“Why didn’t you go to the girl last night? Lucien and Claude had their fun, but we didn’t. All we did was babysit that lesbian,” Draziel complained for the sixth time in my head, his voice dragging me into a daze. I didn’t respond, my fingers idly skimming over the pages of the book I was reading.

Draziel usually stayed silent, a wolf who rarely spoke, but since last night he had been relentless, angry, growling, frustrated that I hadn't taken Lilith to bed like my ...