Inside, the tension was thick. Cedar gestured to the chair, but Lavender remained standing. “Who is Fern to you?” she demanded, her voice sharp.
Cedar sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’ve told you, it’s complicated. I’m helping Flint.”
“Then why isn’t she with him?” Lavender’s voice trembled with restrained fury. “Why is she here, where you can’t stop looking at her?”
Cedar’s frustration flared. “You’re imagining things, Lav. Trust me.”
The words stung. Trust me. The same words that once reassured her now felt empty and hollow.
You are a liar, Cedar! She screamed inwardly.
But then, after her application was approved and she completed her healing training, she would reject him and walk away.
Lavender stood on the balcony. Below, she caught glimpses of Fern laughing with some girls. Her eyes thinned, noticing the fresh mark sitting above the blonde girl’s collarbone.
It was an Alpha's mark, and the bitch was flaunting it like a badge of honor.
Her knees weakened to the point that she had to lean against the railing for support. A few days ago, Cedar was fiercely denying it, but now Fern was flaunting it as if she had won a prize.