Without hesitation, she made her way to Flint’s quarters. She knocked once, then twice, before the door swung open. Flint stood there, his brow furrowed in concern.
“Luna? What’s wrong?”
It was Cedar’s birthday, a night that should have been about him—a night that was supposed to mark another year of his leadership, his power.
But for Lavender, it was a night that would forever be remembered as the night she took her life back.
She stood at the back of the room, her hand resting against the cool stone wall, watching the celebration unfold. Cedar stood in the center, surrounded by his allies, his gaze flickering between Fern and the other alphas. His smile was warm, his presence commanding, but to Lavender, it felt like a mask, hiding the truth she could no longer ignore.
The truth that he had betrayed her. The truth that he had chosen Fern over her. And now he was forcing them both to stand together in front of the pack, asking her to accept Fern as if she were nothing more than a shadow.
A sharp pang of grief twisted in her chest, but she pushed it down. Tonight, the grief would have no place. Tonight, she was done with pain.
Tonight, she was done with Cedar.