Luna Emily squinted at me as if she couldn’t decide what to do with me. She looked at the scar that went from my collarbone to my navel and recoiled in disgust. The scar was still pink, even though it had healed. Over time, it would turn silver, like the rest of my scars. I know I’m not the most handsome man in the world. I’m hairy, covered in scars, and my face is pretty f*cked up. But hideous? That’s extreme.
“What do you mean? I wanted him gone, and now you’ve had him brought to the Pack House?”
“Well, I, uh… I could still get rid of him?” His face fell.
“Don’t go there, Brawn. That’s not what I meant. I want him far away from our land. Not whatever it is you're suggesting.” She crossed her arms and frowned at him.
At least one of them has some sense. But why is he in blood lust?
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