Amelia POV
Damien’s words destroyed what last small bits of hope I had left.
Superior. That was the word he used to describe the child that Claire could give him. That’s what he wanted. A full blooded werewolf.
Something I could never give him. No matter how hard I worked to prove that I was worthy of him, of the pack, of my position I was Luna, I would still always just be a human. And our child would be half-blooded, a blend of werewolf and something lesser.
Something inferior.
I felt a wave of ice crash over me, first making me feel panicky and then, strangely, washing it all away. Suddenly I just felt numb.
That’s it, I thought. There’s nothing more I can do, or try, or even hope for. I just have to leave.
Damien, sensing maybe that he’d crossed a line or said too much, tried to
