Chapter 41
- ~Foxy~
- At the mention of Sable’s blood lust against me, the wolf women all cringed, and I totally get it. It’s not my ideal scenario either.
- When the biker-looking woman, Maggie, turned her head to me, she pointed at her face where a huge claw scar trailed over her eye and down her cheek. “That mutt got me, too. She took a cheap shot a few years back in a bar. She messed with the wrong chick because I beat her ass.”