Beasts Of The Moon Rise Of The Outcasts
“If he was that powerful, he wouldn’t have died the way he did.”
My chest tightens painfully. “Like a weakling.”
“My father didn’t die a weakling!” I shout, tears spilling freely now. “He died a hero! Defending his own! He was respected...even in death!”
“He didn’t die a hero,” she says coolly, "If his own successor, as Alpha, killed him like a common prey.”
Everything, everything goes still inside me.
My gaze locks onto her.
Sharp and unblinking.
“What… did you just say?”