Chapter 138.

The little creature was talking a big game, saying things that could get his tongue ripped out and shipped to his mother as a warning for the others but that last bit- it couldn't be true. Why on earth would werewolves team up with the filth that they spent so long getting rid of? Blood was shed, warriors died- many lives were lost both their kind and ours. He had to be playing an angle here that I couldn't see yet but if he kept talking I would be able to piece it together. His piercing blue eyes were burning with a sad determination. I almost pitied him. Almost. “Our kind wouldn't help you,” I shook my head. Oh, the cocky glint in his eyes was making it hard to keep my claws retracted right now. “They want the Lycan King dead, and to restore the leadership to werewolves. They very much want to help us,” his baritone voice sent an unknowing tension down my back and I locked my gaze on him to see if there was a shadow of doubt behind his venom-laced words.  Come on, show me just one sp