Chapter 7
- The rest of the evening dragged on unbearably slow. My uncle's words echoed in my mind repeatedly, interspersed with Magnus's two defiant words.
- "F*ck power." His deep, rough voice clashed against my uncle's message, brimming with anger.
- It struck me as odd for someone like him to say, "f*ck power." Magnus, with his immense size and speed surpassing that of a typical Lycan, seemed to exude power from every pore.