Rosalie's POV I always had a hard time making friends, even within my own kind. The tears couldn't be held back anymore and the first test slipped through my right eye. I looked at Sia through the blur in my vision, my heart aching. If she wasn't holding Daphne as a hostage I would have given her a hug. “I’m happy,” I whispered, voice barely holding together, “so happy… to be your friend.” Sia’s eyes flickered. Her grip on Daphne didn’t waver, but her voice was softer when she replied, “Stop crying, Rosalie. We still have to leave.” She turned to face the Council, tightening her grip just enough to make Daphne wince. “If you want your precious Luna-to-be to remain alive,” she announced, “you’ll grant us easy access to the pack borders.” A few murmurs broke out, then one of the councilmen spoke up. “If you release Daphne, it can be arranged—” “You think I'm stupid? I want a car now. When we reach the border—then I’ll let her go. Not a second before.” She looked arou
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