The Luna’s Choice by Kat Silver

Chapter 89: Theo

I held Ayla’s as we entered the cellar. It kept me grounded, even though we were both ready to burn the world down if anyone so much as looked at us wrong. But we would have justice soon enough. Then, all of this would be over. We could work on moving forward with our lives in peace.

Our closest friends stood in the hall outside Amy’s cell. Briggs, Mina, Jimmy, Maggie, even Annabelle. They all stood with determined stances. Kylee stood a short distance from them, but her demeanor was the same as the rest.

“Will is on his way,” Briggs said. “So is Sheriff McCabe. We need the witnesses.”

“Oh, there will be witnesses,” Ayla said as she stared through the glass at the woman inside.

“Has she said anything yet?” I asked.

“Other than nasty comments that earned her that fat lip and blo ody nose, no,” Maggie said.

“How do you want to handle this?” I asked Ayla. “Do you want me to go in first or do this together?”

“We do this together,” she said decisively. She moved to go in but paused, turning back to Jimmy and Briggs. “Don’t let me kill her yet. I have something else in mind.”

Briggs and Jimmy shared a look. Jimmy didn’t even bother to hide his grin.

I opened the door and stepped in. Amy’s head shot up, her eyes falling on me, then moving to Ayla as she followed me in.

“I thought I heard you somehow survived,” she sneered. “Pity.”

“I guess you should have

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of her head, slamming it against the metal table before dragging her up by her hair. A fresh stream of blood flowed from her

up

even try to fight the command. “No one. I took it upon

the type to cater to Waar P ak rhetoric,” Ayla said. “What’s in

Amy jeered as

caught. Even you aren’t stu pid enough to risk your life over a grudge. There’s no reason to

consequences to his actions. An eye for an eye, dear Alpha. You take something from me. I take something from you. I wanted it to be your mate, but I can’t deny robbing you of a pup is more satisfying.

I felt her spine start

“Theo,” she pressed.

out of the spray of blood from Amy’s coughing and spluttering.

could you, Amy?” Kylee cried. “What kind of psy cho kills someone because their friend

yourself,” Amy spat. “You really think I cared about you after you abandoned me? After you gave up on everything you worked for. You’re the most

Did you

spread over Amy’s face. “Who said that’s how

you mean?”

knew,” Amy replied. “Thank you for that, by

at Ayla desperately. “I swear I didn’t