The Heart of a Luna
Her head spits open and the air fills with the scent of pure death.
Dexter lets out a short, surprised bark of laughter. "Told you, Princess," he says, folding his arms across his chest and shaking his head in disbelief. "Our prince is very difficult to kill."
My focus, however, is entirely on Noah. He rubs his hand over his jaw, then flicks his wrist, wiping something dark and wet onto his trousers. Lycans do not use silver; they don’t need it. But their bite is pure venom to almost any creature, and judging by the blood around her throat, that's exactly what he did.
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