Chapter Seven

Cassidy stared blankly at the door the Lycan King exited. He was...overwhelming would be an appropriate word, she decided. His arrogance and blatant disregard of her as a person made her angry. Anger was better than fear. Anger could be used, shaped, molded into something sharp and dangerous. Her ire was a weapon she would forge in secret.

"Not that there is any useful application." She whispered to the silent room. He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him.

The old king had been feared throughout her village. No one spoke his name, afraid to summon his shade from the abyss. There were whispers that the Lycan King had to put down his father. The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders.

Her mother had loved to tell that tale at the hearth, when it had been time for the prey shifter children to sleep. She told of the handsome young Lycan rising against his father. How he had ripp