CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE
“Because you don't deserve to live. Tell me, do you deserve to live? Do you deserve to be alive after taking Lucien and Winterwood from me? I was never made Luna because of you!”
Elara says nothing.
Calistra leans forward, close enough that Elara will be able to feel her breath. “Do you really think you’ve won?”
Elara’s hand shoot out, gripping her chin. “You’re done.”
Calistra’s laugh is low, broken, but it crawls under the skin. “No, Elara. Lunas don’t die. We rise.”
And before Elara can move, Calistra’s eyes roll back, her body convulsing. The air around her darken, twisting. She starts chanting in a tongue that doesn’t belong to wolves, humans or anything I know. It's some