Sloane's POV
"Sloane..." Zane moved closer.
I already knew what he was about to say.
He was going to snap at me and declared, "Evelynn isn't just my lover. I'll make her my Luna."
Not so fast, Zane. I wouldn't let you and Evelynn have your way so soon.
Since you've affirmed that I'm alive, the position of Luna of the Fullmoon Pack rightfully belongs to me.
I stood in the center of the banquet hall. After sacrificing my dignity to keep this gathering under control, waves of agony washed over me.
The bitter sting of injustice and raw hatred hammered against my heart.
Zane's scent—that intoxicating blend of cedar and whiskey that once drew me in—now turned my stomach.
Even Vanya fell silent.
Last night's memories now made me sick to my core. I felt nothing but shame for letting Zane
