Our innocent child—executed with a single command.
A fury unlike anything I’d ever known crackled through me. I refused to collapse beneath the pain, refusing to let grief tear me apart when betrayal already had.
“Luna Selene?” the healer called again, more firmly this time.
“That monstrous bastard,” I growled, my voice low and venomous.
With shaking fingers, I ripped out the IV embedded in my wrist. The sting was nothing compared to the agony inside me. I pushed off the cot and staggered toward the exit.
“Luna—please! You’ve lost too much blood. Your wolf needs time to mend. Come back—”
“Where,” I snarled, stopping just long enough to pin him with a deadly glare, “are Gideon and his mistress?”
The healer swallowed hard. “Luna, I—I don’t think—”
Another hard stare from me silenced him instantly. He lifted a trembling finger toward the adjoining room.
I shoved the door open.
There he was.
Gideon, Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, bending tenderly over Brielle, brushing stray strands of hair from her cheek as if she were his goddess‑given treasure.
“You vile creature,” I roared. “You filthy traitor!”