Sylvia’s POVRaven's phone rang, cutting through our argument like a knife. Astrid's saccharine voice floated through the speaker: "Raven, where are you? The doctor says there's something wrong with the baby, I need you..."Without even a glance in my direction, he turned away. "I'll be right there.
They attacked as one, coordinating with the precision of trained killers. I managed to dodge the first two, landing a solid kick that sent one stumbling back. But there were too many, and despite my Luna strength, I was already emotionally and physically drained from the day's events.A set of claws
Sylvia’s POVLucas carried me to the car, gently tucking the blanket around me, and I curled up in the backseat. Lucas's car purred quietly as he drove us back to the pack house."Is it worth it?" Lucas asked softly as he drove us back to the pack house, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "St
"I have every right," Lucas's voice carried a weight that made even Astrid step back. "When I find a Luna being betrayed by her own mate, left to die while he coddles his mistress-""She's not my mistress!" Raven snarled, still struggling futilely against Lucas's hold."No?" Lucas pressed harder, ma
Sylvia’s POV"Tell me the truth. Otherwise, you don't want to go to the king's dinner."When Raven spoke, the room fell silent. This was the first time I realized that silence could be so deafening. I stood there, still feeling the sting of some of the trauma, while Raven's eyes burned with doubt an
Her face paled with rage. "How dare you speak his name! I loved James!""Oh my goodness, that's the funniest joke I've heard all day. Loved him so much you couldn't wait to replace him," I countered. "Tell me, does it help you sleep at night, knowing you're using his death to manipulate your way int
Astrid’s POVThe mirror reflected everything I'd worked so hard to achieve. My burgundy gown whispered wealth and power, its intricate beading catching the light like drops of blood. I'd chosen it carefully - not just for its beauty, but for what it represented. This wasn't just a dress; it was armo
"Say no more," I smiled warmly, though inwardly I savored another small victory. "I would be honored to help. Why don't you come by tomorrow and we can discuss your vision?""See how she takes care of the pack?" Martha's voice carried just loudly enough to be heard by those nearby. "A true Luna in a