Kurono Mha Mga Nobela at Kwento

she says through clenched teeth. Around the ring, voices murmur. Thorne stands with his arms crossed, jaw tight, pride and anxiety warring in his expression. Jeb lounges beside him, pretending not to care while caring very loudly. Behind them, several of my enforcers and a handful of Lycan warriors watch with interest. They’re quiet, though. Respectful. They know what this is. I circle Mala slowly, forcing her to track me, to stay centered. “Watch my shoulders,” I instruct. “They lie before my hips do.”

I gasped, tears coming out of my eyes at the feel of her claws in my arms. “Funny you should say that because I haven’t even started.” She growled. “I don’t care if you’re his concubine or whatever, but you will know your place. I am Luna of this pack and if you want my position, you’ll have to challenge me for it. Like a real wolf would.” She snarled. “Oh that’s right. You can’t do that. Can you Cara? Because you’re not a real wolf. You can’t turn, or bear Lucien children or be Luna of this pack. But I can. So you’re going to get the hell of my way and let me do it.”

She looked spellbound. All of a sudden, lightning and thunder grumbled through the night sky. The crowd didn't seem to be bothered by the impending rain. Jesse and K wouldn't give a damn about it, too. As for K, she was having the time of her life. A little rain on a hot and humid New York summer night in the middle of a fucking concert wouldn't hurt. Murmurs filled the air as the audience waited for the next act. Jesse turned to K, leaning towards her ear. "Can you tell me what K stands for?"

I feel a pit in my stomach, not recognizing any of them. I look up at Liam for help, shocked to find him watching me with curious eyes. When I glare at him, he tries not to laugh and gives me a cheeky look, “Did I tell you that you’re also the Luna of my pack? We made it official right before your accident.” I laugh. “Okay, this dream is getting so weird right now...” “It’s not a dream,” Liam says. “This is reality, Aurora.” My eyes narrow, and I hiss, “My name is Phoebe...”