I did not look up. “Nothing for you. This meal is mine.”
Alden stared. “You only cooked for yourself? Did you not hear me? I told you to prepare food for Selene and us. Where is it?”
“I am not a pack servant,” I said simply, lifting another spoonful. “I never agreed.”
Silence followed. Then a sharp scoff.
“This is about Selene again, is it not?” Draven asked. “By the Moon Goddess, Luna Liora, when will you stop this?”
I said nothing.
“She is wounded,” Alden added. “She is in pain. Why must you always be so bitter? Do you expect us to abandon her just so you feel important?”
I continued eating.
Spoon after spoon, the silence thickened.
“You are selfish,” Draven growled. “Everything is always about you. Do you believe the pack owes you something just because you were here first?”
I stared at my bowl. My hands shook slightly, not from fear, only exhaustion.
“She did not choose to be hurt,” Alden continued. “You have been cold since she returned. She is trying and you sulk like a jealous pup. Admit it.”
Jealous.
That word again.
The word they always used to silence me.
I slowly set my spoon down.
“I am not jealous,” I whispered. “I am simply… finished.”