At the Guardian Pack.
“You f****d with the wrong Luna,” Maya whispered, her voice low, a dark promise curling at the edges, the darkness inside her matching his, her wolf pressing against her skin, clawing, begging to rip him apart.
“What the f**k have you done to Alpha Logan?” she barked, fury vibrating in her bones.
The imposter just smirked, tilting his head with that fake Alpha Logan arrogance that made her want to vomit. “And what do you plan to do? You’re funny.”
Her jaw tightened, and something snapped inside her. Her muscles flexed, ready to lunge, to rip his throat out and watch him bleed.
She stretched her hand, waiting for the sharp pain of claws splitting through her skin, ready to taste his blood—
Nothing.
Her claws didn’t pop out.
The imposter’s laughter was a harsh,
