“Calm yourself,” Draven said, entering. “We will repay you. Selene has suffered since the attack. She needs care. Could you prepare meals for her? She has not eaten well.”
I stared at them. “Are you truly saying this to your Luna?”
Draven frowned. “Where were you anyway? Selene said you attended a gathering after the den meal. You were absent when she needed you. That was selfish.”
I laughed, empty and bitter. “A gathering. Of course.”
Then I threw the parchment toward them.
“There. That is where I was. The Healer Sanctum. You left me in the storm. I walked through thunder and rain. I was struck by a moonchariot.”
“What…?” Alden whispered. “You were injured?”
“I thought you were safe with others,” Draven murmured. “Selene said….”
“Of course she did,” I interrupted. “It is always Selene.”
Before they could respond, a sharp cry echoed through the stone passageway.
“Help! Alden, Draven, it hurts! Please!”
Selene. Always Selene.
I did not wait. I turned away, crossed the threshold and walked on, leaving them behind.