Chapter 76: The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army
"Stay. Down," Damien growled.
Kyllian tried to get up again, panting heavily, his fur matted with sweat and dust. But Damien was already on him. He grabbed the wolf by the scruff and hoisted him up with impossible ease.
"You’re good," Damien admitted, eyes glowing crimson, "but I’ve been killing things bigger than you since your ancestors were playing with sticks."
Then he slammed Kyllian into the ground.
Luna winced from her doorway, arms crossed. "Okay, that’s enough!"
Damien stood over the groaning wolf, chest heaving, blood on his knuckles.
Luna marched toward them, shoved Damien hard in the chest and knelt beside Kyllian, brushing back his fur gently.
Kyllian licked her hand weakly, still panting and whining. Damien sighed and leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
*****
Luna stood in her bedroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingers absently traced the skin at her neck, the skin that just hours ago had been pierced by the fangs of a vampire prince. Now it was sealed, healed, and barely visible save for a faint scar. A mark. His mark.
Prince Damien Dragos.
Her chest rose and fell with rapid, uneven breaths as her mind raced in all directions. What the hell did this mean for her? For her future? For the throne?