THE BURNT FACE LUNA
"You're telling me the Moon Goddess paired a Lycan healer with a creature that doesn't even have a heartbeat?"
"The Moon Goddess did not choose me, mutt," Charles drawled, stepping closer to Sofia with a possessive grace that made my skin crawl. He reached out and ran a thumb over her lower lip, his eyes darkening. "The stars and the old blood chose us. We are Eternal Mates. It is a bond far older and more bloodthirsty than your little forest rituals."
Sofia didn't pull away. In fact, she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second. It was the most disturbing thing I had ever seen.