LUCAS
Pip is terrified, but she has answers. Answers we need.
Acting like a bully to a child isn't on my top list of things I wanted to do today, but there are too many lives at stake.
My feet sink into crusted snow as I step toward the tiny Fae. Her purple hair stands out against the white backdrop, making her look even more fragile as she cowers, crouching low with her hands over her head.
She thinks she's going to die.
Forgive me, Moon Goddess.
My fingers close around her throat, lifting her to eye level. Her feet dangle, chains jingling. "Choose a side. Now."
Pip's face turns red, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hands clutch at my wrist, but she's too weak to break free. The sound of her sobbing pierces the air, and my stomach turns.
Aurum growls inside my head. He has no sympathy for those he's deemed the enemy, even a child.
A child who could get our entire pack killed.
