VALTOR
I hate weak people and I don’t regret admitting it. But the flicker of pain in the woman’s eyes before me cut deeper than I anticipated.
“How easily you judge me as weak…” Her voice faltered,
“Because if you weren’t, you would fight.”
She was just silent when they treated her like s**t. This woman was once a Luna, like a queen to her pack, right? How could she not know how to fight?
Earlier when I saw the scene, something inside me twisted in a way I couldn’t name. Painful memory I had long buried clawed its way to the surface.
Weakness could cost someone's life. And I don't want to watch it claim hers.
“What would you want me to do if it happens again?” Winter asked, her gaze locking on mine.
“Show them you’re not someone they can walk over.”
“I can’t promise I won't hur
