The Beast And The Blessed

Killian’s P.O.V

My lip curled at the weak wolf in front of me as he shook with fear at the border of the Red Moon pack. They used to be an impressive group for their kind, but over time they grew complacent. Their need to become stronger, bigger, and better vanished, and with it did my respect.

I resented that I had to come to this weak little pack, but it was where I would find her. My mate.

Even thinking the word had me on edge, and I growled as the werewolf before me stood in my way, making my blood boil. He was stalling, trying to give his Alpha time to show himself to cover for the disrespectful lack of welcome we had received thus far.

His eyes traveled over me, his body vibrating even harder in terror at what he saw. We had run in our Lycan form, as we preferred. Shifting into our beast was saved for special circumstances. We were blessed by the Goddess with the ability to half-shift and stand on two legs.

The sad excuse of a dog before me was wasting my time, and that was something I did not allow.

“Run along, little wolfie.” Joselin’s voice rang out as she transported before him. Her long, pure * hair blew away from her face, exposing her glossy empty * eyes, and the black etchings along her skin.

The wolf jumped back, bracing itself with his tail between his legs as he stared at her with wide eyes. The smell of urine made me lose any faith that I had in this pack if this was one of their warriors. They would need to be trained. At this point, I had the feeling one little Fae could obliterate them.

“Boo!” She whispered, and the wolf took off, running back toward its pack, leaving the border defenseless. Joselin grabbed a strand of her hair, twirling it as she glanced over her shoulder with feigned innocence. “I don’t think he liked me.”

I rolled my eyes at her before she dipped her head in respect, and I walked past her, leading my pack of men onto the pack land.

reason I was here. Her vision demanded that I find and protect my mate. It was a vision of my death, and that was not something that I would let happen. According to my witch, it was something that my mate wouldn’t let happen either. She would be the only one who could

up to greet me with his head dipped in submission. It was too late for him. He was

their knees in a line, their yells of protest getting louder as they witnessed my men emerging from the forest in their Lycan

walked past their Alpha, not bothering to acknowledge the man who had already insulted

one reason

Joselin hissed behind

young man stepped forward from the collection of pack members, and I could feel the Alpha blood pumping in his veins. The

disgusted that he would submit to another. I could feel the way she demanded power but leaked toxicity from every pore. I snorted in disdain at the couple as I glared at her

not far behind, and I glanced over their

preparation only added to the insult that they had not been ready for us, even with

scent in the air, tied to the couple before me, that made my beast want to tear down every wolf and building in the pack until

joined the line, I let out a low growl. The loud sobbing and begging ceased, leaving only the obnoxious sniffling of the crying women. They had nothing to

feet, anxious to find their mate but knowing that they would need to wait until I had gone through the line first. One by one, I stood before each female, taking in their scent carefully as they cowered away from my

sat on her heels with her back straight. Her chin was

who stood with her eyebrows pinched together. I could see on her face

deep voice causing