“Yes, what does it matter, Lil?!” The irritation rose on the beta’s shoulders. “That’s why I’ve been absent, I’ve been going by to see her. What’s the big deal with that? She’s my ex wife, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t imprint on that woman.”
“Definitive much? happy she’s back, for your sack.” Quickly turning for the kitchen, she bit out “God, I need a drink.” Those around Lilith thought of her as an alcoholic, they weren’t wrong on that forefront. Having never found any other kind of outlet to numb the pain of pasts untold. Just thinking about the word ‘imprint’ made her blood run cold with regret and memories of the lycan’s parents. “Should be some fireball around here somewhere.”
















