Cilla

The party goers gathered around us, forming a circle and holding their breaths wondering what alpha Aragon’s next move would be. Aragon and I stared at each other. My fists were clenched and ready for battle. Although I was scared, the alcohol stench under his breath made me believe I could take him. He looked weaker than the last time I had seen him. Since his pack had been taken away, I was sure he was undergoing a lot of stress.

“You think you’re tough, huh?” he said. “Do you think becoming a luna magically makes you tough? I can see your arms and I’m pretty sure you have...