Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
"If I see you near the pack house again, I will finish what the rogues started."
They left me there. Their laughter faded down the gravel path, leaving me bleeding in the mud, my father's three months of work ruined in the filth. I curled into a ball, my ribs aching from her parting kick, the silver poison singing in my veins. I was a warrior. A top scout. And I had let them break me like glass because I was too tired to fight back.
A low, thunderous roar shook the leaves above me.
Luka burst from the brush, his eyes completely black as he dropped to his knees beside me. His large hands trembled as he hovered over my bloody shoulder, not knowing where to touch. "Betty. Betty, look at me."
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