Lorenzo's POV
"Don't. I'm fine," I tell him, drinking the remainder of my glass prior to snatching the jug. I hadn't seen or heard even the slightest peep about the radicals. They were principally, disliking that Lycans actually had control. There had been bits of gossip that they were getting help from human hunters throughout the long term.
"Fourteen years, and they have returned, thus near the commemoration as well," I tell him, drinking from the glass cup, having abandoned the glass. I remember the day I saw her. She was unable to retaliate. She was unable to move to safeguard herself and her unborn kid. Her husband died alongside her; I never pardoned myself for leaving that day. Early that day, I was unsettled, and knew something was awry. It was the fifth commemoration of Queen Es
