Cynthia Dion:
"When he discovers that I don't even have a wolf, do you think he'll spare me? After being reminded of the scars on my wrist, do you think he'll still let me live?" I continued to cry and plead with the Moon Goddess.
"Please, save me," I sobbed, fearing the moment when this door would open, and Mr. Beret would come to claim me.
"How can I survive this?" I asked myself in a panic. I was going crazy with the fear of getting taken away by that old man. The fact that he knew I wasn’t ready for this mating ceremony yet he was happily awaiting our wedding just made me even more scared of him.
"But--I do have a second mate," my sobs ceased as a name surfaced in my memory.
It wasn't Enzo's name because he was just as terrible as Atticus.
"Mr. Holt,"
I sat down on the mattre
