THE REVENGE OF THE DEAD LUNA
I bit back a hiss of pain, refusing to show them anh weakness.
The journey to their camp was a blur of pain and exhaustion. Every step sent sharp jolts of agony through my arms. I clenched my teeth, forcing the thought away. "You’re quiet," one of the hunters said, glancing at me. "Most of your kind scream." I stared at him, unblinking. He shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. When we reached the camp, they shoved me into a cage, the bars cold and unforgiving. I collapsed onto the hard ground, my body trembling from the silver’s poison. But I was alive. And they were safe. That was all that mattered.