Murderers Are Made

"What?" I asked, my eyes blinking rapidly. I couldn't fathom what I'd just heard.

"Oh, come on, girl. Don't look at me like that," the Luna crooned, like we were not having a conversation about murdering someone. And not just anyone — the future Alpha of this pack. Her own stepson.

My stomach knotted so violently it hurt.

"I-I can't do that," I stuttered, my voice trembling like a leaf. "I know I