Steven threw open the door to reveal a small, dark storage room. Old equipment lay scattered across the floor, covered in dust and grime and dried blood. The only light came from a small, barred window near the ceiling, too high to reach.
The floor was filthy, stained with things I didn't want to identify.
My body was trembling as I looked in the darkness.
"Steven, please—”
His eyes flashed with fury like a blood thirsty beast.
"You'll stay here until you learn to control that mouth of yours," Steven said coldly. "Until you understand what it means to be a Luna, to support your Alpha instead of undermining him at every turn. Reflect on your mistakes, Amber. Think about how you've disrespected not just me, but the entire pack leadership."
"No—" I started, but he shoved me inside. I f
