No Longer Your Spare Part: The Luna's Revenge

The drill's whine was the only thing in my world, vibrating through my skull and drowning out my own screams.

I was strapped to a cold metal table, paralyzed by wolfsbane, while surgeons bored into my hip bone to siphon my essence.

"Just a little more," the surgeon muttered. "Isabella needs the boost for the wedding photos."

They weren't saving my sister's life. They were harvesting my marrow just to make her skin glow for a picture.

I looked at the observation window, begging with my eyes.