Sarah's POV
I paced my chambers, silk robe whispering against the polished floor with each sharp turn. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating a room filled with luxury—the finest furnishings, imported fabrics, priceless art. All the trappings of power that I'd accumulated over five years as Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.
All of it suddenly feeling as substantial as smoke.
The encounter with Lucian Blackwood yesterday had left me rattled in a way I refused to acknowledge, even to myself. His rejection had been complete, his threat unmistakable. But more disturbing than either was the confidence with which he'd dismissed my position—as if my fall from power was already a foregone conclusion.
"Try to hurt her again, and I'll forget you're Ryan's Luna."
The words echoed in
