REVENGE OF THE REJECTED LUNA

ing; it dragged me again when I tried standing on my feet. "Stop!" I screamed again, hitting my bowels. "MATE!" I heard the creature cry again, pleading with me. My wolf wa

ed, standing straight. Whichever means he would use in teleporting himself to this place was the least of my problems. I would scare him away, I concluded. And he appeared. . . I had made a mistake, thinking I would scare such a person away from me. I was getting scared already. His giant stature stunned me with his complexion. He was too beautiful to be a werewolf, I thought. He looked way different from any other werewolf. His long hair fell to his back, and I wondered which pack he had arrived from. A pack from the west, perhaps. How did he find me? How did I find him? How did we find ourselves? I wondered I never had contact with such a wolf in my past life. Now what? What does he want? "Mate," my wolf answered from inside again. I would deal with the creature later, when I got home. "I am Logan, Alpha of the White Blood's pack," his baritone voice sounded, and shivers ran down my spine. White Blood's? The name of the pack sounded familiar to me. A member of my mother's clan had referred to them as vicious. I said nothing, nodding my head. "I don't want a mate." If I ever wanted a mate, not this giant. He was too tall compared to my small stature. His voice was thick compared to my tiny voice. He scoffed, smiling. "I did not make you my mate." He said it again, moving closer to me as I moved back instinctively. I have heard a lot about him. His brutality as a personality. His manipulative character as an Alpha. Aidan was way better. I would swear he would do worse than Aidan. He would kill me here in this thick forest and feast on my heart. He is one of the strongest in the West, as I could tell from the way he spoke and his manipulative statue. Mate... Logan was drawing closer; his wolf was taking over him. He was trying his best not to take her without her permission. Mate... My wolf could see for itself that Logan's wolf was taking over. It was ready to be mated, finding a way to transform immediately. Logan's POV I don't want to take her like this, not without a proper introduction. "Where is your pack?" I had moved back to my recent position, and I could sense that she was glad she would not make love with him. "Night Howler's Pack," she said, tapping her dress. She had stayed up on her feet for too long. "Night Howler's Pack," I repeated, smiling. "Not bad." Of course, not bad. Aella's pov "He is brutal," I have heard from the mouths of many wolves from my mother's clan, even members of the pack outside my clan. And manipulate, I could see for myself. Being an Alpha of his pack did not