From Luna to Warrior Never Again
His wise eyes sized me up.
I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair.
He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?"
I froze.
"Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window.
Of course, I knew.
The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family.
Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.