But before she could finish, Lyra seized her by the hair.
“Since when do servants get to open their filthy mouths when ranked she-wolves are speaking?”
She yanked Willow’s head back painfully and turned to the others beside her.
“Teach this stupid bitch her place.Show her what pack discipline means.”
The females moved without hesitation.
Claws, fists, boots.
They fell on Willow.Over and over.
In just moments,her body collapsed against the stone floor,blood staining the cracks,her breathing shallow, her eyes unfocused.
My heart twisted.
I had spent months in seclusion for my pregnancy,but even I had heard of Lyra.
A new-ranked female.
Her brother was a dominant war-leader from the northern territories.
A vicious wolf known for crushing rivals.
With her looks, her bloodline,and the Alpha’s temporary attention…she had risen fast.
Too fast.
After securing her position,she even pulled in several she-wolves from noble bloodlines,forming her own inner circle.
They followed her like loyal dogs.
Together, they controlled territory resources,issued rules in the name of “pack order,”and eliminated anyone who didn’t kneel.
Rumors spread.