Esmerelda woke from her restless slumber to a man staring at her from in front the bars that separated her mother and her from the rest of the cellar they were in.
"Who are you, and what do you want from me and my mother?" Esmerelda asked, strength in voice defying the fear she was feeling deep inside. The sleazy looking man in front her was admiring his capture, her flawless beauty a far cry from his scarred features.
"How dare you question me," he sneered at her. His lips curling up causing the scar that ran down his face from his forehead to below his chin to wrinkle the surrounding skin. "I am Malachi. I rule this clan of night shifters, and you" he pointed at leathery hand at Esmy," Will be my queen, to rule beside me. Giving me strength and wisdom to take over all the
