Chapter 73

Quinn

I stared at the massive, naked Lycan that took up the entire walkway between the rows of peach trees. He was almost comically large and unfortunate looking in appearance. Something was seriously wrong with him.

He was completely hairless, with a perfectly round head, thin, narrow slits for eyes, a tiny nose, and barely-there mouth. His neck was so short that it looked as if his head rested directly on his shoulders.

He had long, powerful arms that reached down to his knees, hands the size of hams, and massive, powerful legs that looked as if he could crush a man’s skull with his thighs. He was the caricature of a bodybuilder who took his steroid addiction too far.

And he stank. Oh my God, he smelled awful. It wasn’t just the corruption that tainted his scent, which was bad enough, but also the stink of death. I smelled it before – when Troy almost died in the warehouse. Death was coming for him. Soon. I could sense its approach.

“Magnus,” Troy said. “Meet my mate, Princess Q