The Underworld Trials of Luna
“Fuck your prophecies, and fuck the idea that eighteen more girls have to die just so you can find a wife. Even if you’re too much of a jackass to try, I’m going to do it.”
I turn away as Orion snarls his contempt, and I don’t miss the fact that a blue wolf falls into step behind me as soon as I leave the grove. But even as I call for Nic and accept his open hand as the invitation it is to vanish me back to my room, I know that my night is nowhere near its conclusion.
Because even if I’ve left one battlefield, I’m just walking into another.
And this one, I know, is going to be much, much worse.