The Jilted Luna

"No! Let me go!!" I screamed, thrashing and kicking as hard as I could.

"I'll let you go," Carlisle said, his breath ragged, warm against my skin, "but only if you stop making a scene and accept your place in this pack."

My chest heaved, my breath coming in shaky bursts, but I didn't waver. "Why would I? I want out!" I spat, defiance burning in my tear-streaked eyes.

Carlisle's jaw clenched, his expression darkening. "Victoria, don't push your luck."

"No, Carlisle, I've had enough," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "My body and mind can't take this torture anymore. Please...