The Luna of Death
He stepped closer to me, and I reached out my hand, acting like an innocent little girl who was here to meet her future husband.
As his hand rested in mine in that instant, I drained the life out of him. His body went limp right before me, his eyes wide with shock, and I could feel the energy leave him, his life force fading into me. I had killed him. I had killed the man who was nothing but kind to me. And then, I went through his pack.
One by one, I killed them—friends, family, innocents. They didn’t deserve it. But I had no choice. My father had ordered me, and I had obeyed.
Bab Populer