BETRAYED BY THE MOON
“Why help me at all? You said it yourself,you’re Forsaken. You should be with them, with her.”
For the first time, something flickered across his scarred face. Not anger. Not mockery. Pain.
“I was with her,” he said softly. His voice was low, broken at the edges. “Once. Until I learned what she asks always costs more than what she gives. When you’ve watched your own pack tear itself apart at her command, when you’ve seen your family slaughter each other while she laughed,then you understand.”
His golden eyes, so much like Darius’s, caught the moonlight. But they were colder, older. “I am Forsaken, Amara. But not by choice. By betrayal.”
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