It occurred to me that it must be a terrible burden to be so alone. She was the only human held in high regard inside a Lycan Pack, the lover of the leader, and alone in her oneness. “I am honored to make your acquaintance.” “Bayla,” she gave a small snort, “not you, too.” I grinned briefly. “I will try to control myself.” “See that you do.” She giggled.
