A fight between a pure-blood Lycan and a witch sounded exciting.
And Ava was very aware of that.
She looked at the man whose name she didn't even know. Compared to her, the man was taller and bulkier. His muscles bulged in his arms as he glared at her, sending daggers her way.
The man didn't like her.
Perhaps it was because everyone looked at a witch as a lowly slave. Something that would die if their Lycans died.
Honestly, this fact infuriated her.
How could Lycans treat witches as slaves?
This tradition long started even before she was born.
"Are you sure, witch?" the man said in a serious tone. He was hesitant.
And Ava knew why.
The man didn't want to hurt her.
Of course, this wasn't because she was smaller than him or that she was a woman. The truth doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Ava looked weaker than him.
No.
It was because of Matthew.
After the trip, I felt really tired. I think I might get sick. Again. Sigh.Chapters will be edited soon. Thanks