The Deaf Luna: Marked By My Destroyer

born. Born smaller and weaker than the other were

o keep food down. Her own body was a traitor,

hold the change. At seventeen, while other she-wolves dreamed of meetin

und it all,

n she was speaking to faced her directly. Ot

of the Blue Moon Pack, she might

he others, with a private tutor assigned

nothing h

led on the icy floor of her cell, gave

lock turned. He remembered she couldn't hear. He stalked toward her an

eatures as she looked up at him

rushed. She was now

That was the only reason

m the cell without a shred of care. She had b

he read his lips easily: Th

ins. A tremor star

s been terrif

gling to keep pace with the guard, who refus

ion jolted through her. She knew thi

fe. Her father had hated seeing her here. In

hoving her to her knees with a sh

of her st

their domination. Iris's father had destroyed his pack, the Howling Wolve

s son, reduced to somet

attered when he

he tables

aimed his

sen from the ashes. And now, only one thing remained: to mak

can l

a word, the door clic

t alone. Alo

e upward, and the

n her brother. He completely dwarfed her, and in his dar

d to bac

was f

e brutal. Pain shot through her, sharp and imme

d some

n't und

't seen

nd of pain e

pression twist

bed and threw her do

, but her cries were silent. He

across the bridge of his nose, and ended on his left cheek. An ugly b

r head, then seized her chi

d no c

ook at him t

burned wi

words forming

make he

re everything her fath

eped into

ps tre

me.

s a ghost of

ip on her chin, forci

y m

ugh the pain, forced t

not take it out

on hung in

eyes was already

e question finally broke free. "Why not

to pay for a crime she hadn't committed. The

tion I asked myself.

voice remained low, a

enough to freeze her blood. She didn't dare meet his eyes. She ke

ster, my brother. He forced my people into servitude. And me... he let me

ewhere deep inside, something fractured. She understood. A

fair. Not for h

eas

er breast. She had never been touched like this. She may not have been

, hundreds of times. Do you know what your father told me? He s

d his fingers, pinching her flesh cruelly. A raw scream

ng. We're just

ad the words on his lips-a truth that

s the day you became my propert

only the

. With a rough shove, he flipped her onto her stomach and forced her to her

Her father used to do this to the women o

understand. He needed her to feel even a fraction o