Annie's POV:
Elena didn't speak on the way to her cottage.
She walked ahead of me through the square, smiling at the pack members who stopped to bow, telling an old woman how glad she was to see her safe. The Luna, kind to everyone. I followed her like a servant, which is what I was.
She closed the door of her room behind us, and the smile went away, the way a lamp goes out. She didn't bother to turn around.
"You've ruined it." Her voice was different without the smile—flat, cold. "Do you know how long I worked for this? The herbs. The timing. The nights I stood in that hallway making sure he never remembered a thing. I built this with my own hands, and you threw it away for my brother."
"I didn't throw anything away." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "You know why he said what
