The Wolfless Luna
“Because clearly, you haven’t been seeing very well.”
Mira’s face flushed crimson.
“How dare you?” She raised her hand in rage, palm slicing through the air toward Seraphina’s face.
But Seraphina caught it mid-air.
Her grip was iron.
“I knew you were going to do that,” Seraphina smirked, eyes glinting with dark amusement.
Mira trembled, her hand trapped.
“How dare you call me blind?” she fumed, trying unsuccessfully to pull free.
Seraphina leaned closer.
“How dare you accuse me of trying to steal your mate,” she fired back quietly, “when your mate is the one coming to me.”