They say that when you die, there are no second chances. That no matter what life has thrown at you, the end is the end. That fate was supposed to be predetermined, and no matter how hard people work, it won’t matter if the gods decided for you.
I refused to believe that, though.
There was no way I was going to let anyone determine who I was going to be, even if I was something that no one had ever seen before.
The elder council sat before with confusion on their face, and fear in their eyes. They feared me, as most of those in the room were scared of me.
“All those in favor of letting Luna and her mates go. Raise your hand.”
It was a unanimous vote amongst the terrified people in front of me made my heart swell. They were more than happy to let us go, but glancing at Damian, I couldn’t ignore the worried look in his eyes.
