“She is your sister by bond,” he said harshly. “She is packed. Never speak of her that way again.”
Before I could respond, Selene stepped from her chamber. She wore a silk robe, bare feet silent on stone, her face shaped in false concern.
“What is happening?” she asked softly. “Why are voices raised?”
I pointed at her chest. “Where is my necklace?”
She glanced down, as if surprised to see it resting there. The moon-diamond shone at her throat.
“Oh… this?” she said lightly, touching it. “I borrowed it. I did not think you would mind. Alden said it was fine. I am a pack member too, am I not?”
“Remove it,” I ordered. “Now.”
Her face tightened. “Luna….”
“Remove. It.”
I stepped forward. She stepped back, clutching the pendant.
“What is happening with you?” she cried. “Why are you like this? I only wanted to feel beautiful. I love this piece…”
I reached for it. She pulled away. We struggled. She resisted harder than expected.
The chain snapped.
The pendant fell, striking stone, rolling beneath the low table.
“You broke it!” I shouted.
“It is not serious,” she said, breathless. “It is only jewelry.”
“You had no right to touch it!”
Alden rushed between us, blocking my path. “Enough!”