The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
She was from a small pack, and still—a puppy.
“She’s great.” Nate smiled.
My jaw tightened. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” he spoke. “I mean, she’s quiet, but funny, I’ve heard she’s a good healer, she’s…beautiful—“
“Too bad she’s a puppy,” I clenched my fists at my sides although I kept my expression in control. Beautiful? Who was he calling beautiful?
Nate being Nate, he was probably just being friendly—and if he wasn’t, I had to protect him from danger.