The Luna they cried monster
The King of Alphas, the strongest man alive, had never turned into a wolf?
The silence between us was long. As I looked at him I got a crazy idea. The connection we felt, the power that happened in the dungeon, the fact that we were both without our wolves, it could not be a coincidence.
I smiled before taking a step closer to his desk putting my hands on the wood and looking into his dark eyes.
"Well your Majesty," I said in a confident voice. "If that is really true then I think you and I can help each other."
Magnus looked really interested now. He leaned back in his chair, folded his big arms across his chest and tilted his head. He looked at me with curious eyes.