A murmur rippled through the crowd, but before I could turn to leave, a deep, firm voice cut through the tension.
“No.”
Vander stood tall beside me. His presence was a force of its own, commanding attention, demanding respect. His silver eyes burned with something fierce, something protective.
“This is wrong,” Vander said, his voice steady. “You’re casting her out based on nothing but rumors and lies. If this is how the Skyler Pack treats its Luna, then maybe it’s not worth being part of at all.”
Luther’s face darkened. “This is not your concern, Vander.”
Vander let out a cold chuckle. “Not my concern? She carries my child.” His words echoed through the room like a storm breaking.
Gasps filled the space. Whispers spread like wildfire.
Luther’s hands curled into fists. “You expect me to believe that?”
I felt the weight of every stare, the pressure closing in on me, but I met Luther’s gaze without flinching. “Believe what you want,” I said. “But you lost the right to question me the moment you left me to rot.”
Luther took a step forward, fury burning in his eyes, but before he could speak, the elder cleared his throat, regaining control of the room.