Alpha Roan.
“Is that doctor even good at her job?” Stravus asks the dumbest question I’ve heard all morning. I turn from the window with a scowl, deadly enough to flay skin.
“I mean…” he clears his throat, probably realizing I’m already inches from ripping it out. “It’s Meluna we’re talking about and you can’t even stand her.”
“The doctor’s more than good. Remember when Silas got thrown into that iron cord during training? Pierced right through his leg, bone twisted like rope. She popped it back in, cleaned the wound, and the boy was running by moonrise.” Landon adds a memory streak.
“Still. This is Meluna. Roan is disgusted with her. He can’t even look at her without flinching…how the hell is he supposed to…copulate?” He scoff whispers the word like it offends him. “And this is right
