My heart is pounding in my chest. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. We came back here so that Nash could get his home back, not so he could lose his life.
“Ansel, please -”
“Become my Luna, Sarah, and you can have everything you want.”
But I know that’s not true. I want Nash, and if I agree to Ansel’s terms, I’ll never see him again.
“I can’t.”
“Very well.” Ansel looks disappointed. He stands up from the sofa and snaps his fingers, calling his henchmen back into the living room. “Prepare the prisoner for his execution,” he orders. “And alert the rest of the pack. They should be witnesses.”
I want to scream and fight, but I need to think strategically. I pretend to burst into tears, blubbering about not being able to watch, and run out of the pack house.
I race to the motor
