Misha Pilsudski Novels & Stories

The sound of the spirit pouring into the glass cup, drained out his response. He shrugged, bringing my glass to me. "You know I'd never do that to you, Alpha." He slid the glass across the table. "I'm loyal to you and the pack. You saved me, remember?" I clearly did remember. About seventeen years ago, after his parents had passed, Marcus was just an orphaned omega and like we referred to people like him, he was 'cursed by the Moon Goddess'. But I had fought the entire pack to have him at my side.