"Gunnar, I hope you didn’t offer to help that Luna," Martina said with a sneer. "The one who thinks she can boss us around just because she’s Luna of her pack?"
She crossed her arms. "You should know me by now—I won't get bossed around. Anything I did for Freda was because she pays well. That’s it."
Gunnar’s voice came out low, hollow. "What’s the use anyway? My son is gone. I have enough... but what’s the point anymore?"
Martina’s eyes narrowed. "You shouldn’t be feeling like this. The only thing that should be in your mind now is revenge—for the person that caused his death."
Gunnar exhaled heavily. "But I killed him."
"No, you didn’t." Her voice was sharp. "Lyra did. If it wasn’t for her, you never would’ve hit your son. He wouldn’t be dead. She’s to blame for all this."
She leane
