MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING
"Because my entire life, when something fast and heavy came at my head, the only way I survived was by getting smaller."
"You cannot get smaller anymore," he said, his hand finally coming down to rest on my shoulder. His fingers were hot, the calluses on his palm rough against my bare skin where my training shift had slipped. He didn't pull me up, but his touch was an anchor, a solid weight that kept the cavern from spinning. "The servant girl survives by hiding. The Queen survives by striking first. If you flinch at the Conclave, they will see the servant, and they will tear you apart."
"I am not a Queen yet," I muttered, pressing my forehead against the cool stone of the floor. The chill o