Irene's POV
Word traveled fast in a Pack.
By morning, everyone knew about the attack in the courtyard. The bodies of the Blood Moon wolves had been removed, but the bloodstains remained. Dark patches on the stone that no amount of scrubbing could fully erase.
Lexie had locked herself in her quarters.
She hadn't emerged since Karson confronted her with the diary. The screaming match that followed had echoed through the entire Pack house. Accusations. Denials. More accusations. In the end, Karson had posted guards outside her door with strict orders that she wasn't to leave until he decided what to do with her.
But locked doors meant nothing to someone as desperate as Lexie.
Ken found me in the garden that afternoon, his expression grave.
"Princess. We need to talk."
I set down the h
