Amelia’s POV
“Where are we going?” I asked the driver as he took me out past the city and into the country. We’d been driving for a while now, and morning had pushed into afternoon.
Beyond the windows, the buildings became less and less, until there were only trees and hillsides, and winding roads with no ends in sight.
“Answer me,” I insisted. When he was still quiet, I said more boldly, “I am your Luna, and I demand an answer.”
The man laughed then, cruelly. When he settled down enough to speak again, he said, “Human, you are not my Luna, and you never have been. And that you still consider yourself that is laughable. You truly have no idea the trouble you are in, do you?”
“Explain it to me, then,” I said, braver than I felt.
He shook his head. “Alpha Damien himself ordered your de
