The Pack's Rebels
Everleigh Milesconfession of a rebel get a roomRebelthe pack's nemesisrebel just for kicks
Nothing she had offered had been of interest, and the torture had been worse and worse with every rejected offering, until she had blurted out about the cuffs and how it contained her mother’s magic.
“All magic?” Beupraxia had asked her, her voice sharp with interest, and her raised finger preventing further torment.
“Yes,” Meguitte had promised fervently. “All magic.”
She had recreated the spell for Beupraxia, grateful for the temporary reprieve from pain, pretending that she did not know how it would be used – to hurt someone else.
That someone had been Thaelen.