The moons gift
A growl sounded as it came out from his chest, making us all feel his power, and his strength.
“What do you want?” his voice was gruff as he spoke the question, looking over at Marcus.
“As I said, we are looking for the great White Moon’s warriors,” Marcus spoke calmly, not backing down from the man’s narrowed eyes.
The male snorted hearing that but didn’t reply.
My interest was spiked as to why they were so hostile, so I asked the male that spoke a moment ago, “Who are you?”
His tiger eyes landed at me, looking at me for a second too long before he said,