Mael Valerius frowned, not understanding why Luna would suddenly ask this question, a faint thread of suspicion rising in his heart.
His dark-gold eyes narrowed, "Lie to me?"
The one he loved had always been the little liar who saved him as a child, no matter beautiful or ugly.
If the female before him wasn't Luna, then he absolutely wouldn't continue to love her.
Might even kill her.
Dare to deceive him, dare to impersonate his Luna, killing would be the least of it.
He wiped the blood from his lips, then suddenly let out a low laugh, "If Luna is lying to me…"
His dark-gold eyes abruptly narrowed to slits, "I'll grind The Lower Domain to dust, inch by inch, including The Wolf Tribe…"
Luna Sutton's breath hitched—for this was the true Frenzied Beast; compared to this, the argument between Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood just now was childish squabbling.
She unconsciously stepped back, the sound of ice cracking underfoot especially grating.
