“She is not your wife.” The wolf felt his anger boil under the surface. He had heard some information about this piece of shit, all were vile. Snow deserved someone better, someone who would love her and care for her, not treat her as some object to please any man.
''By definition, I am. Don't mix things up. While you have been with her during these centuries, you were nothing but a temporal replacement.'' What did she find in him? Brandish's been wondering for a while and still have found nothing.












