Lora’s heart clenched at his words. The way he spoke, as if her life, everything she cared about, was nothing more than a game to him, filled her with a cold, creeping dread. But she couldn’t let him see her fear. She had to be strong, for her family, for her pack.
She squared her shoulders, trying to project a confidence she didn’t feel. "You may have taken me, but you won’t break me," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "I am the Luna of the Stormheart Pack, and I will not be used as a pawn in your twisted game."
The Lycan tilted his head, regarding her with a curious expression. "Brave words," he said, though his tone was mocking. "But bravery won’t save you here, little Luna. You’ll find that in my world, even the strong can be broken. No one can resist the Lyc
