Maya walked towards Dawn as though stalking her prey. There was so much enmity in her eyes that she was almost out of control. She had the look of a mad woman, a murderer.
The one thing that Dawn dreaded was about to happen. She could feel a vein throb in her neck as tension gripped her mind. If she didn't decline Maya, Maya would simply kill her, however, if she declined her, her reputation amongst the pure bloods would be ruined. And then how would she face them as their Luna. They would all see her as a wimpy neotide who took advantage of the fact that their Alpha chose her as his mate.
As Maya went ahead, Andrea called her, panting heavily, "I am going to kill you, bitch! I am going to avenge this." Her nose and lips were bleeding profusely. With the help of two werewolves, she somehow walked out of the ring.
