She grabbed my wrist. “Come with me, Luna. I feel safer when you’re near….”
“Don’t touch me,” I shouted, pulling away.
We fell back together. Selene hit the table beside the bed. Moon glass shattered, cutting into our arms. Pain burned through my skin as blood ran.
The door burst open. Alden rushed in, his wolf flaring, but not toward me.
“Selene!” the Alpha shouted. “What happened? Are you injured?”
His hands brushed the shards from her skin.
“She pushed me,” Selene cried. “I didn’t want… she just…”
He turned to me, anger clear. “What is wrong with you, Liora?! You ruin everything!”
I stood frozen, blood dripping down my arm.
“She grabbed me,” I said weakly. “I told her to stop….”
He didn’t listen. Draven entered, his eyes sharp. “You’re always like this, Luna,” he said. “Possessive. Loud. You can’t stand being admired.”
Even though my arms are bleeding, I was blamed for hurting the adopted wolf.
Draven seized my arm. “You will return to the feast. You will not shame the Stormfang clan again.”
So I went. Bruised, bleeding and humiliated, I stood beneath the moonfire while the pack celebrated.
One last time. One final effort as Luna.