Way to the Devil's Den

‘Bruhhhhh…You showed them. You showed them. You showed them.’ Sierra gushes over in a whisper as we shuffle past a group of young wolves smoking their lungs out.

They eyed us hungrily and whistled.

‘Looking for a company hottie. Lemme take ya home.’ The tallest in the lot grunts, practically eye-raping Sierra.

‘Keep dreaming jerk.’ Sierra retorts, fisting her palms to the side. She rolled her eyes at him and kept walking.

I marvel at her patience with the lewd. Maybe she has gotten used to such derogatory comments while working as a waitress.

‘I’ll fuck ya in my dream. Though I’d prefer reality. Wanna do ya say. In the car trunk?’ His equally lecherous companions guffaw at his comments.

Ella hisses in my head. I swear I want to shred life out of his body bit by bit. Who does he think he is dealing with? Sierra is a queen. How could someone talk to a female like that? Is this the best his mother could do?

I personally hate this about the wolf. The pups' production occurs in bulk