The First flinched at the sound of her real name. "Do not call me that."
"Why not?" Evie asked. "It is who you are. Lyanna Silverpaw, who loved a human and lost him. Not The First, some mythical figure preaching purity. Just Lyanna. A woman who has been grieving for a thousand years."
"Stop," The First whispered.
"When does it end?" Evie pressed. "When does the grief and anger finally stop? When you have destroyed every human mate bond in existence? When werewolves return to the 'old ways' and lock themselves away from the world? Will Thomas's death finally mean something then?"
"I said stop!" The First shouted. Power rolled off her in waves, making the air crackle.
But Evie did not back down. "I am not going to stop. Because someone needs to tell you the truth. What happened to you w
