Again, he laughed. "Why, all the packs in North America know of your existence, Luna Queen." His feet slid closer to me and I felt Cindy's presence leave. Her warm aura no longer radiated on me; her irises no longer glowed. This man had done something.
"Then again—" he continued before I could speak. "—how could they not know about you? Your precious Alpha King demands we all give you the respect your pathetic crippled body deserves, somehow."
I snarled. "I am not pathetic. You have no right to call me that," I defended, heat building up inside of me. My heart was pounding, resonating harshly in my ear, yet I stood my ground, planting my feet firmly on the stone.
He laughed. "My, my, Quiet brave now, aren't we? Tell me, cripple—"
"That's Luna Queen to you."
His voice caught in his throat, as if he wasn't expecting me to contradict him.