THE LUNA HE SHOULDN'T HAVE REJECTED

myself against the wall, seeking some form of shelte

m the glowing eyes that stood at the window. This was no ordinary w

my grandmother always kept under the bed. There was no guarant

and then I pulled it free from the leather sheath. In my state, I c

angerous rogue wolves. For a moment, I thought about stepping out and surrendering myself to

lthough my voice was shaky. "S

g of the wind through the leaves. Then the door opened.

p on the knife. "I'm warning you. I'm not afraid to us

ite end of the room. The cabin was small and the only prominent piece

h the same glow I'd seen outside. His eyes went to the knife in my hand,

ith horror as he walked over to the other side of the

ance of the cabin, as my fingers dug into my skin. A thousand thoughts r

re I could think about how fast he was or if he could chase after me, or i

made the pain worse. The pain in my chest was tightening like a noose, as I

xposed and forced to wander the woods without my wolf's strength.

and then I lost my footing, and stumbled to my knees. "Damn it!" I gritt

by a rogue wolf. I resigned myself to resignation, and sat there wait

before I

of my neck stood on end. My head snapped up, sensing danger. The

change in the air. I panicked briefly hoping that

green eyes that glowed i

bother to hide the cold fear I felt. Without my wolf, I could not sense th

re for blood, and to kill me

s trapped with these rogues. I scrambled back, trying to put some dista

l, and revealing sharp teeth. Instinctively, I reached for a nea

n't stop him in his tracks like I wanted.

't have a pack, and you're out here in the woods alone. It sounds like you ar

f his claw as it raked through my leg, drawing blood–then someone slammed

abused skin. It was the tall broad shouldered man with glowin

ailing in wild waves around his face. His yellow eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and for a spl

was on fire, and simple movements made me feel

t, as he tore into the rogue with claws that gleamed like silver under the

one, scampering for their lives in

ng down a pack of rogue wolves was a simple task. Fi

y thank you?" His voice was deep, but h

o my feet, but I was doing well trying to hide

. "My name is Frey Storm." He stopped closer, towering over m

rth, weak, and in emotional and physical pains. I wan

and he hissed through his breath. "You're in no posit

rowing my eyes in suspicion

got it all wrong. You don't know me, but I know you." his tone da

fe was. He was softer and intimidating. "You're the disgraced daughter

at were barely even closed. "I did not

alone, then?" He tilted his head

ngry tears that slid down my cheeks and then the ones that threa

n't look like you had it under control." he made air quotes, and then folded his a

demanded, keeping

t last long in that cabin, alone." he said, his voice an octave lower. "Or you can let me stay with

now everyone who was anyone, and even th

e truth. We can find out what re

happened. For one minute, my life had turned upside do

nd it was intense. "Come on,

my fair share of pain over the past couple of hours, but this was a discovery. I

ed with concern. I was holding eye contact with him, but I could not see

eamed into the night. I didn't care about the rogue wolves roaming the woods or oth

ling to sit up on the bed. I was in a strange haze, and nothing seemed to stay

figure standing over them, his face hidden by a hood. I tried to move, b

ugh my head, and I opened my mout

est, gleaming under the dim light

erfang I

with Frey peering intently into my face. I ga

ith what little consciousness and st