"I apologize," Elijah spoke through his clenched jaw while keeping his gaze on the table.
"Are you alright?" the King queried. Elijah gave a stiff nod.
"Sabrina, How does it feel being the blessing for werewolves?" Dimitri asked.
"I am grateful to the goddess for choosing me," she lied. She wasn't grateful, not even close. If anything she was upset with the moon Goddess for choosing her. She didn't want to be the blessing she just wanted to be with her mate. A very basic desire that was slaughtered mercilessly by the Goddess for a greater cause. But at the same time, she was also happy. Her sacrifice will bring Elijah his peace. He will fight the dragons to their defeat and bring justice to his folks. This was the only motivation she had right now. The only thing that kept her going.
