Lyla
I wanted to puke so bad.
Everything was overwhelming. The scents, the food, the flowers by the window, the small bit of food on Alpha Korin's upper lips, the way one of the Alphas was eating … everything irritated me.
And this nausea…
I stuck my tongue on the roof of my mouth, praying it would pass…
"Why not?" Darren laughed dryly. We need to know if this is going to be our last battle. Everyone knew Aeron was a great Moonsinger—the best ever. He didn't need to beg warriors from other packs to travel halfway around the world to help him fight the Dark One. He did so himself."
"No one is interested in listening to what Aeron did," Ramsey growled. "If you do not want to be here, I'll give you permission to go home with your warriors, Darren. I wouldn't have invited you if you were the last man with a billion army on earth."
