Moans and groans resounded in the hall. The pain and discomfort of the numerous worsened by the second. The black-clothed figures of the werewolf hunters loomed over their bodies, their disgusting lust-filled eyes retracting to his mate.
But Zeonen could no longer muster the energy to worry for those in pain. Could no longer care for the dirty glances of the hunters.
The sight before him stunned him. It sapped the strength out of his body as surely as if he had been drained.
He could see her shimmery blue coils, her glass blue eyes, but what his eyes projected and his brain registered, his heart refused to believe.
"How? Of all people, how could it be you?"
How could it be her? The woman he considered a sister, the one he trusted after himself.
Ever since his mother passed away 19
