Melissa’s POV.
The rogues jeered over one another as they surrounded me. Some of them had drools dripping from their mouths, staring at me with bloodthirsty, feral eyes.
“What a waste of a pretty face,” one of them said as he scanned me from head to toe. “She doesn’t look like one of us.”
“Then, that’s all the more reason to treat her as an enemy. There’s no place in our territory for someone who isn’t like us.”
“Don’t finish her off yet. Let’s have some fun with her first.”
“Yeah,” another agreed. “It’ll be more entertaining if we hear her beg.”
I clenched my fists as I listened to their malicious plans. My head still throbbed, and my body felt weak, but I refused to give in to fear.
I was a Luna. But long before I had ever worn that title, the hardships I had endured had already
