FROM SLAVE TO LUNA
"And his heir used the opportunity to start the slaughter."
My mind spins. My throat closes up.
"My pack."
The words barely leave my lips. My vision blurs, hot tears pressing against my eyes.
I inhale shakily. "You said… his heir?"
"Yeah," he confirms, leaning back.
I lift my head, my body shaking with fury. "He has two heirs," I whisper. "Tristan Sinclair and Thorne Sinclair."
I step forward, voice trembling, fists clenching.
"Which of these bastards started this war and destroyed my pack?"
Bab Populer