The Alpha’s Greatest Enemy: Return of the Bastard Luna 2
"Mommy! Mommy!"
I grab him by the collar, pulling him back against my ribs while throwing my arm out to block Liora's view as she runs out of the washroom. "Liora, stay back!"
I look into the open leather chest, and my stomach violently turns.
Inside lies a hand-carved wooden doll of an Alpha pup, its stomach crudely sliced open and stitched together with rusted iron wire, its chest hollowed out and filled with rotting, dried blood. The glass eyes have been gouged from its sockets, leaving gaping, hollow black holes stared straight up at the ceiling, and fixed around its neck is a iron choker bearing the stamped crest of the Nightbane bloodline.