The Plus Size Luna
Information, I had suspected, was as heavy as it was potentially deadly.
"Wrong," Relon said, his voice a knife cutting through the air. He came closer, and his eyes locked on to mine. And I saw something more than tension in his gaze. There was bitterness and anger and something else—perhaps betrayal.
"Leo isn't the only one who came from Alex. Not one, but thrice," he said, his words cryptic but full of meaning.
“What is your Point?" I replied, my tone even as possible, but with undertones of frustration there. No time for games now, especially with attacks happening again and the pack really edgy.