Chapter 92

"It's an ancient werewolf myth, but it stated that if ever the Royal bloodline ended in time a new one would proclaim. The point was for all packs to come together under the rule of the Royals. It's supposed to be a good thing though, not like all those anarchy leaders that Humans have. The Royals were always pure at heart." Biting my lip from laughing, I remind myself how inappropriate laughing would be. "What's so funny?" Not wanting to answer honestly but knowing that he would know if I tried lying, I tell him the truth. "It's stupid but if all this is right, which it may not be, you said Royals were pure at heart. Have you met you? Wilder, you kill people as a sport- that is in no way pure- other than pure evil. I just find it ironic." "I haven't killed for sport in a long time," He states proudly. Shaking my head disapprovingly, I grumble out, "You're a horrible werewolf." He only shrugs in reply.