“She’s the former Luna who refused to leave for eleven years.”
“So shameless, trying to ruin another woman’s mating ceremony.”
“Morgana is kind enough to still defend her.”
“What a wicked she‑wolf.”
“Say whatever you want!” I snapped suddenly, silencing them. “These brats—”
“That’s enough, Raven!” Alaric roared.
I saw his hand coming. I refused to let it land.
I caught his wrist mid‑air and struck him twice across the face. His sharp gasp echoed through the hall.
“Go rot in hell, Alaric,” I hissed.
Without waiting for another word, I stormed out, tears blurring my vision. I didn’t stop walking—I knew if I did, I’d collapse.
When I reached my room, the emptiness hit me full force. For ten long years, I had waited for the twins to love me. Now I knew—there was nothing left for me in this pack.
I grabbed my suitcase and began stuffing my clothes inside.
Moments later, the door flew open. Alaric barged in, his eyes glowing red with rage.
“What madness has possessed you?” he growled.
I ignored him, tossing my shoes into the case. Suddenly, he seized the suitcase and flung it across the room, scattering everything.
“Now you’re listening,” he snarled.