Willow’s eyes widened in shock,frozen where she stood, unable to believe they actually dared to lay hands on me.
“As one of Alpha's mother wolves,you dare sneak around behind the Alpha with a guard and even carry your bastard pup?”
“How desperate do you have to be for heat?”
“Just look at you,” another snarled, her lip curling.
“You’re filthy to the core.A born low-blood.”
“Wolves like you belong in the border dens,spread for any rogue that passes —not here, poisoning the Alpha’s territory!”
Their words sliced into me like cold steel.
Only then did I finally understand.
The shameless she-wolf they were talking about—was me.
My expression went ice cold.
“Watch your mouth,” I said, my voice low and trembling.
“I am the Alpha’s—”
Before I could finish,Before I could even say the name "Luna"Lyra’s hand came down again.
Another brutal slap.
“You worthless mutt,” she snapped, her eyes burning.
“In front of me, you think YOU get to claim rank?”
“Are you trying to die?”
The force knocked me backward,hot pain bursting across my cheek.
For a second the world tilted.
Thankfully, Willow reacted fast, catching me before I fell.
“Have you lost your minds?!How dare you—”
She stepped forward, trying to shield me.