The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
I put a hand on the bench to steady myself.
I was alive.
I was... alive.
"And you, Luna Quinn," Borin continued, his voice turning to ice. "Your petition to have Miss Hawthorne named the 'internal threat' for the Hallowed Hunt is unanimously... denied."
"NO!" Quinn screamed, a raw, animal sound of pure despair. "NO, YOU CAN'T! HE'LL KILL YOU! HE'LL KILL ALL OF YOU! ARES!"
She was begging him, calling for him, a last, desperate plea.