“This is outrageous,” the Elder spat, watching the discourse unfold with disgust in her face.
“Are you really going to sit there and call yourself loyal to this pack when you cannot do something as simple as this?” she could not understand why Zara hesitated. Trading her life for that of the Lycan King was supposed to be a simple decision and an honorable one at that.
Zara’s eyes darted from the fuming elder to the frail form of Draven on the bed. His eyes were partly open and she could see his pupils staring into her soul, begging her not to do it.
“I’m sorry,” Zara stuttered and got to her feet, backing away from Draven.
Her head was starting to swirl, his words had done something to her that she did not even believe was possible.
She had been hurt over and over again by words – wor
