"What do you want?" I choke out quietly from my tired tears.
I don't look at the shifter again as he prods into my mind, 'You.'
I shudder into a sob, letting cruel fate make sense of its own facts in my head. The burning, I realized, was not from the rocks but from the touch of my angry, very angry, eighth mate. I sobbed one last time before the stress turned off the head lights, and left me to wander through my own pitch black.
She's the Luna of seven packs, with seven Alpha mates. Yet life's not all beauty for her, not in shifter society where women are born without the shifting gene and only serve for breeding. She knows this. She's gone through it. But after spending nearly a decade in hell, she won't stay silent anymore. When coming across an eighth, and hopefully last mate, the Luna won't settle. Instead, she makes this hell personal, bringing all of her own demons into play.