“I will prepare something anyway,” she said cheerfully, taking a blade. “Let us see whose they prefer.”
She stepped closer, cutting fast and carelessly, clearly on purpose. I moved aside, letting her continue.
Then….
“Ah!” Selene cried, dropping the blade. Blood welled on her finger.
“You must be joking,” I whispered.
Too late.
“Alden! Draven!” she cried out. “Help! I am hurt! Luna Liora did nothing!”
Heavy footsteps thundered down the stone passageway.
The Alpha and Beta burst into the hearth room, alarmed.
Alden rushed to her side. “What happened? Are you wounded?”
“She ignored me,” Selene sobbed, clinging to him. “I was bleeding and she just watched!”
I stood frozen, ladle in hand.
“You did not help her?” Draven barked. “What is wrong with you, Luna?”
Selene held Alden tightly.
“I tried,” she whispered. “But she pushed me away.”
“I did not touch you,” I said quietly.
But no one listened.
“I did not touch you,” I said softly, but no one in the pack listened.