[Sylvester]
[EARLIER TODAY]
My eyes stalk her as she enters her apartment. The street smells of piss and s**t, angry witches, and tired humans. It is a vile pit of a neighborhood near the waterfront in an area ripe for redevelopment.
"We need to drag her back to the packhouse," Rufus insists. "This place isn't good enough for our Luna."
"She isn't our Luna," I remind him. "Even if she chooses to sign the contract."
"She is our Luna," he snaps back, "Even if you refuse to recognize it. She is ours," he growls. "Mine."
Rufus refuses to listen to reason. It doesn't matter how many times I say that she's too young, too weak, and far too human, he is insistent that I am wrong.
But I can't have a human mate.
No matter how good she smells.
I take one last look at her apartment wind
