Chapter 63 Perfect Time

• That was impossible. Evan would never stoop to mating with a half-breed nothing, one that even used to be a filthy slave for another pack. Flicka had asked her father to look into Claudia's past.
• She knew basically everything there was to know about the weakling bitch, though that wasn't saying much considering she was lower than trash. Illegitimate daughter of an Alpha of a weak pack -- the disgraced Dark Moon pack no less, most of whom had been slaughtered all on the same day weeks ago -- and of a human slave. Honestly, Flicka didn't despite humans so much as she was disgusted by those who dared to try to mingle with superior werewolves.
• Where did they get the nerve? Humans weren't Flicka's concern until they tried to squeeze into upper society where they didn't belong, and Claudia was the worst of them all. Seducing Evan? Trying to become his Luna? Where did the stupid fucking slut get that idea? Did she think all a Luna had to do was lie on her back and spread her legs like a useless whore, and that would be enough to buy her trinkets and gifts all her life?