In Blood Moon Pack
Maya was resting in her room when the door creaked open. Someone slipped inside soundlessly, locking it behind them.
“Did we bring you here to rest and live in luxury?” The person scolded sharply.
Startled, Maya sat up quickly, bowing her head. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” The person snapped. “Did you forget why you’re here?”
“No,” Maya whispered, her throat tight. “I remember very well.”
“Then why are you sleeping so peacefully?” the figure hissed, stepping closer. “You know I don’t have patience, Maya. I want Killian either dead… or useless, so that curse can never be broken, so the Blood Moon Pack rots under its own fate.”
“I understand,” Maya said, her voice trembling. “I’m trying, but—”
“There is no ‘but’ in my plan!” the intruder snarled, rage trembling through th
