Lancaster POV
What the hell did this crazy bear mean?
As the man held my head back, gripping my hair so tightly it was painful, I showed him my canines in a low growl. He didn’t seem the least intimidated as he continued to stare into my eyes. It made sense; a chained up wolf with blood running down his face probably didn’t look too menacing. Still, my poor condition didn’t stop me from staring right back at him.
Maybe it was due to the wolfsbane, or the fact that I had had too many blows to my head in the past hours, but his words made no sense to me. Of course, I was a werewolf! If it wasn’t obvious enough by me having a wolf counterpart, Alpha Dario had our pack doctor perform a blood test on me when I was still a pup. The results proved I was the same species of shifter as everyone
