Her thirst for vengeance
I said coldly, “I’m not in the fucking mood.”
Elara, the taller of the two, raised her hands quickly. “Calm down, Luna—”
“I’m not your Luna,” I snapped automatically.
She gave a small, calm smile. “Not yet, eventually. But we didn’t come to fight.”
Tessa, standing just slightly behind her, looked like she wanted to disappear into the wall. She was so young—barely eighteen, maybe nineteen at most—with soft brown hair and wide nervous eyes which is unlike a Lycan's. “W-We just want to talk,” she stammered softly.