Allison bowed her head quickly, hiding the panic rising in her chest.
"I… I didn't hear anything, Alpha," she whispered.
Lucas stared at her for a long moment, his fingers gripping her chin a little too tightly.
Her wolf whimpered inside her, weak and battered from months of being forced down. She used to be strong, proud, and mighty. Now she was just trying to survive each day.
"Good," Lucas finally said, pushing her face away as if she were dirt. His eyes flicked to her stomach, before turning to the Greater Evil who was busy staring at Allison.
"Now that you happen to be here, my Luna needs help conceiving my baby. Is there a potion you can help with?" He asked with irritation dancing in his eyes.
The Greater Evil chuckled, the sound, bloodchilling and brittle. "Sure, we can help."
