Peniel
“I am fully healed now, and I need to know—what have you done with the Blood Moon Pack’s Alpha?”
Lucian’s voice was low but sharp, the accusation clear in his tone.
“Don’t question me,” I snapped, cutting through the tension. “I just saved your life, and I just need you to shut your mouth—”
“You can’t compel me, Peniel,” he interrupted, his voice calm but laced with authority. “That’s my power, I guess.”
His words stopped me in my tracks. Selene’s warning flickered in my memory, a faint but persistent whisper. I didn’t want to hope—not for something like this. Not for something impossible.
“No,” I replied carefully, shaking my head. “You don’t have that kind of power.”
He clicked his tongue, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. “Then what is it, little thief? Love?”
The word fe
