Already Lithe felt exhaustion wearing him down both mentally and physically.
So much that the defenses he set up to protect himself and shield himself from interference came crumbling down.
He didn't have to see Kamilyn lips moving to know that she was deliberately trying to force her way through his mental barriers.
Kamilyn hated everything about Lithe, how dare the wolf king bring home a pampered pet.
While Kamilyn looked like a drowned mutt, even while battling for his life Lithe still managed to look effortlessly beautiful.
Who could find fault with Lithe's angelic features given the circumstances.
Lithe's skin didn't look wrinkled or prune like instead he just appeared cold and pale, his cheeks lightly flushed while his lips were pursed red.
As he struggled underwater he looked like a glorious merman and she could smell his vanilla scented pheromones leaking out line an aromatic perfume.
Suddenly a thick army boot collided with her face.
