Mia's POV
Turning around in the bench seat of the old truck, I watch as what is left of the army of rogues follows us off Paxton Pack territory. I can only hope Cora, Emma, and her children remain safe. Or all of this will have been for nothing.
"Turn around," Donovan growls as he lays his hand on my leg. "There is nothing left for you back there. You are going to be my Rogue Luna." My skin burns under his touch, almost like a warning.
I snort with laughter as I brush his hand off my leg. "Just because you call yourself a pack, it doesn't make you one. I will never be your Luna."
Grabbing me by the chin, Donovan forces me to look into his eyes. "You will be mine."
Twisting my head, I wrench my chin out of Donovan's hand. "Why me?" I ask. "Out of all of the she-wolves in th
