Third-person POV
Maris rushed back to the Blackwood Pack and locked herself in her bedroom.
All the way home, the whispers and side-eyes from others felt like claws scratching at her back.
Just thinking about Lane, that damn b***h, hatred and jealousy burning inside her!
Lane was being worshipped by soldiers, protected by generals, and even Kaelen had raised a glass to her at the feast. And she, the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, could only go home like a crippled wolf.
She bared her teeth and let out a low, muffled growl.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and she caught the scent of a nervous Omega.
"She wants me to see her?"
Maris heard the message and dug her sharp nails into the stone armrest. "Tell her I'm 'feeling unwell.'"
The Omega servant's voice shook. "But, Mrs. Bl
