Dread pulsed through Lora's veins like ice water as Han loomed over her, his cruel, deranged grin filling her with horror. This was no ordinary beast, he was a monster, ready to strip away everything she held dear. But deep down, something within her stirred, a flame igniting. She couldn’t afford to be a victim anymore. She had taken hit after hit her entire life, constantly, but that ended here.
“No more.”
She would not be a liability to Azriel, to her sons, or to her pack. If she had to die, she would die fighting, and she would do it with her head held high. With her resolve hardening, Lora raised a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess:
“Please, Moon Goddess, if something happens to me, watch over my family and friends. They’ve suffered so much already. I beg you.”
A soft growl rever
