Chapter 8. The Face of Havoc

While they strode hand in hand, Cinnia took note of her surroundings. The earthy scent of werewolves filled her nostrils as she passed by the training yard where a group of young men and women threw blows at each other in quick succession.

The sight of them faintly reminded her of her dad teaching her how to properly throw a punch.

The minute they caught a glimpse of Denzel, they hurriedly bowed their heads in greeting and didn't move till Denzel gave an answering nod.

Lycan Prince. That's what he is.

Standing guard outside the doors were two bulky men who seemed to be in their mid to late twenties.

"Welcome back, Alpha," They greeted simultaneously. However, their eyes drifted to eye Cinnia warily, causing her to squirm a bit under their gaze.

"Thank you. Now, peel your eyes away from her. She's not a wild animal."

Without waiting to see the sheepish looks on their faces, Denzel opened the door