DEA
For a moment, I couldn’t hear anything.
Not the wind.
Not the distant howls.
Not even my own breathing.
Sacrifice.
The word echoed in my skull over and over again. My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to stand upright.
So that was it.
I wasn’t really a luna.
I will be the sacrifice, some sort of offering for their own kind.
“A sacrifice,” I murmured, my heart on my stomach as I looked up at the painting of Maria, dread crawling up my spine.
I stayed up the rest of the night replaying the things Cleo told me, ruminating and obsessing at the fact that no matter where I look, I will always be their target. And I don’t want to endanger the whole pack. And I can’t die because my mother needs me.
I hadn’t even realized how far my thoughts had drifted until his voice wrappe
