Penelope POV
"Look at the screen, Penelope," Eliora snaps.
The link in my mind vibrates with her voice. It is too loud for six in the morning.
I do not look away from the window. The stained glass casts red and blue patches across the marble floor of the Rogue Pack court.
"I am looking at it," I say.
"They are calling you a thief," Eliora says. Her breath hitches through the line. "They say you took the Moonrock. They are calling you an Omega w***e on every open network from here to the border."
Aria stirs in the back of my skull. The wolf claws at my ribs. She wants blood. She wants to rip the throat out of every elder in the Blue-Claw Pack.
Let me out, Aria snarls. Let me crush them.
"Be quiet," I whisper.
I reach down. My fingers touch the glass screen of my handset. The glare
