Detty Mates
This time, Brady spared me no glance as he stared downward at the ground, “I murdered the rogue’s appointed Luna.”
I felt like a rock had hit me. Brady had killed a luna, a she-wolf, something that was against our law. The luna was an emblem of the moon goddess and the great mother of any pack. Killing her could be tantamount to inviting curses. My mind then went to the rogue who called me “Luna.” Were they plotting to kill me just as Brady had done with their kind? Had they followed me to Yellow Gem from here?
Looking over at Brady, wanting to know, I asked: “Are they planning revenge?”
Bab Populer