DEA
“Alright.” He lowered the branch and set it aside, like I didn’t just throw it at his face with an intense intent to harm him. “Then tell me what you need. What do you want me to do, my luna?”
The question hits harder than anything else. I found that it’s harder than running and definitely much harder than this sharp thing poking out of my fingers.
It stops me cold because I don’t have an answer. I don’t know why I am so pissed at every single thing that’s happening to me. Ever since I came back from that encounter with that wolf in the forest, it has already messed with my head so badly.
And that realization twists the anger into something that I’m so helpless about that sinks its teeth into me far deeper and deeper.
“Stop looking at me like that!” I just screamed at him, the
