Puppet

The Worth

- Yvonne's -

"Then how about a deal."

He's offering me a deal.

A deal.

Damon Knight doesn't do that, at least the one I know.

Bargaining is a dent to his ego.

A shame to his name.

So why now?

For what's worth?

I looked into his eyes.

What is it Damon? What do you want me to say? What answer are you hoping to get?

What are you thinking?

"Will you give me the Black Luna if I back down?" I dare say as I stare in his eyes that is an utter void.

He wouldn't.

Black Luna is an emblem of his pack.

A necklace with a pendant made out of a very rare black diamond shaped in the form of a crescent moon.

It is very beautiful... very elegant... desireful.

But one can only touch it if you are the Alpha King's Luna.

That necklace holds a very prominent symbol among us shifters as it's passed down through hundreds of generation of Luna Queens.

It is heavily guarded, mostly kept hidden for security, and will only be exposed to eyes on the day of coronation.

It's a totem.

So he wouldn't... right?

"Five days, and it's yours."

I am.....

fucking.....

dumbfounded.....

.........what did he say???

My jaw dropped together with the four's. I would like to think that I misheard him, but seeing their eyes widen is contrasting.

"No f*****g way, Damon." is all I can mumble.

What must I supposed to say?

"I'll deliver it straight to your house this Saturday." he started walking, and I couldn't help but follow him.

I still can't comprehend.

He's willing to trade the necklace..... for what's worth?

He'll steal the necklace from his own mother who's currently residing somewhere in Europe.

He'll commit a grievous crime to his pack.

And he'll deny his own mate a chance to acquire it.

For what's f*****g worth?

"Damon..." I called out as I run ahead of him to stop him in his tracks.

He stopped and looked at me.

But there's nothing in those eyes.

"W-wha... Wh--..." I'm stuttering. Pathetic. "...for a human?"

He walked past me, and I still followed like a dog. Shameful.

"What's special in her?" I ask, frantic. "What is it about her that's making you do this?"

Then he suddenly turned around and I almost bump against him.

"I don't owe you any answers. Shut. Up." his breath is fanning on my face.

"The necklace is yours, the girl is mine. That's the deal." and he walked away once again, Sam and Colt by his side, eyes filled with unspoken words of shock.

His eyes and voice is both cold as ice when speaking to me... emotionless.

However, on one statement.

The necklace is yours, the girl is mine.

Something flashed in his eyes when he said mine.

Something he failed to control.

The worth.....

.....is her?