Their attention was fixed on Selene, the adopted she-wolf, who held her hand as if it had been torn apart instead of lightly cut. Her act was perfect, wide watery eyes, shaking lips, hunched shoulders. Every movement was shaped to gain pity from the Alpha and the Beta.
“You should have stopped her!” Alden shouted at me. “She is still weak from healing! Why did you allow her near the hearth room?”
“I told her no,” I said quietly. “She ignored me. Why am I the one blamed?”
Draven’s stare was cold, filled with anger. “You should have forced the issue. You know she is unwell. You are supposed to be the sensible one, Liora!”
“And what about me?” I whispered under my breath. “I am not healed either.”
Once again, my words vanished into nothing. Or perhaps they heard them and chose to ignore them.
“Next time, Liora, you will prepare all the meals yourself,” Alden ordered. “Selene should not lift a finger in her condition. Show some care for her. You are pack sisters and we are one pack.”
Pack? The word turned my stomach.
I tried to speak again, but the words died before they reached my lips. What use was explaining when my Alpha and Beta never listened?