“You are coming with me, Luna Riana”
Riana was incandescent with rage, nearly barging into Wesley's office to singe their hair before her father's Beta, Borga intervened. He was a man with a strength of a dozen werewolves from her father’s wolf pack. Very loyal but lack a sense of humour, she thought.
“Borga –” she was about to argue not wanting him to interfere with her plans to choke Delilah to death. But before she could speak, he pressed his fingers on her neck causing her vision to darken into a deep state of unconsciousness.
Several minutes later, she blinked her eyes open to see the familiar heavy oak doors to her father’s office, in an upside-down vision. Realising she was held over Borga’s shoulders without her consent, she shouted, “Put me down, Borga! How dare you!”
