Tara growled softly in agreement, the fire in her protective voice offering Lora some comfort despite the horror unfolding before her. The small trail of blood ran down Lora's skin, and Han’s eyes lit up in twisted amusement as he watched it. His grin widened, and he leaned closer, his hot breath fanning across her face as he whispered mockingly.
"Oh, poor Luna," he taunted. "It seems that you're still wolfless. What a shame." His voice was a venomous purr, dripping with malice as he observed her vulnerability, believing her to be defenseless.
Lora clenched her fists, forcing herself to remain still, her mind racing with both fear and fury. She couldn’t let him know the truth, that Tara was slowly regaining her strength. The element of surprise was all she had left.
Han's grin never fal
