You really think I’m weak?” I asked Liam, fighting the tears welling up in my eyes threatening to pour.
“You can’t be referred to as strong can you?” Liam sarcastically asks.
“So if I were to be strong, you would accept me as your mate wouldn’t you? Because I’m weak and powerless you rejected me?” I asked, quite unsure of his reasons.
“There’s no need to state the obvious.”
“So you think strength makes a Luna? You don’t care what stuff they’re made up of? Their attitude, character, emotions or any other qualities, are you trying to tell me as long as a female werewolf isn’t weak and helpless and pitiful she’s fit to be a Luna? So that’s all it is to a Luna? She’s defined by her strength?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, and you are lackin
g all that.”
“Don’t you think your theory is wro
