The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
"You think you won."
"I don't think," I said, setting my tray aside. "I know. You're confined to your quarters, aren't you, Livia? You look terrible."
Her face went from pale to a mottled, ugly red.
"You're a dead woman," she whispered, leaning closer. "You're a freak. A wolf-less, pack-less nothing. She will end you. And this time, she won't be so clean about it."
"She?" I asked, feigning innocence. "You mean your grieving Luna? The one who is so torn up about Aiden's mate?"