When The Moon Hides Her Crown
As if on cue, a soft melodious voice floated behind me.
“Such a beauty from the outside,” Grace said. “But sharp as a double-edged sword.”
I turned.
She stood casually behind me, arms folded, watching the fight with a glimmer in her eyes. She tilted her head. “They look like a storm together, don’t they? Wild and unpredictable.” she stepped forward and met Alpha Jude’s gaze, “Like they made for each other, don’t they?”
The last tread of my patience snapped at her words.
With clenched fists I stepped closer to her, my anger masked by the facade of calmness, “Is this the fairy tail reason of yours you put them together as an opponent?”