[Avira]
I felt the pain from Dylan's bite now. Sharp and stinging. But I felt the pack staring at me more. I was their Luna now, whatever that means.
Declan was close to me. Close enough that if either of us took another step forward, our bodies would brush against each other.
"Do you consent to be marked by Declan Thiago as your mate?" Shammar asked, and I fixed my eyes on Declan's, thinking of what to decide.
What was the point of being mated to a werewolf I had no intention of forgiving ever? And why was he prodding me to say yes with his eyes? He hated me as much, and I knew it.
Just as I lifted my shin to respond in the negative, Alpha Magnus' voice rang out again, but this time it was louder.
"Declan, don't." He called from where he sat, pulling himself back and forth on the throne, as if to get off it, but Declan paid him no attention. Dylan hurried to his side, and tried to keep him from falling off the throne.
