Damon
Rumors were sweet things when they grew wild. You only had to plant the seed, give it a whisper, and let the soil of fear and pride do the rest.
And right now, the Ether Pack was a garden.
Selene had planted the seed and oh, how fast it had germinated and then grown.
I stood with Selene on the balcony of my quarters, watching the pack square below. It was crowded with wolves, ranked and unranked alike, murmuring, snarling, their voices swelling into a chorus of suspicion and outrage. Lyra’s name threaded through every word, spat like poison.
“She freed Selene.”
“She betrayed the Alpha.”
“She’s a witch-born snake. I told you!”
“Treason! And under our roof?”
“She's a viper pretending to be a good person."
Each sentence was another brick in the wall that I had been building f
