THE BANISHED LUNA AND THE CURSED LYCAN KING
Even the wolves lurking at the edges lowered their ears, sensing the gravity.
He stepped closer, his new Luna on his arm. “Henceforth, on grounds of betrayal, I hereby banish you from Silverwood Pack,” he declared with unquestionable authority. “From this moment forward, you are no longer welcome here. Not even your shadow should be seen roaming within my pack’s perimeters.”
Everything shattered, even the ground I was standing on broke, almost swallowing me whole. I felt completely dead inside. I felt everything slip away, including what I was entitled to—the pack. This was my home. My pack. My land.
Bab Populer