Seraphina:
The greenhouse door slammed shut behind me, too loudly, but I didn’t care.
“Miss Seraphina, is there anything that you need?” One of the attendants who was outside asked, looking at me. “Are you ill? Do you need some sort of herb to help?”
“I need nothing.” I said, walking past her like she was a parasite. But I couldn’t care less.
Everything inside me burned.
Because I knew that now, when he chose to give her that ‘job’, he was choosing to stabilize her position. This was the task every Luna here learned first. The art of herbs and how to help take care of the pack as a Luna… something that I failed to do.
It twisted in my ribs as a blade. And I knew that I had to put a stop to it.
A Beta-born rogue.
A traitor.
An outsider carrying his child.
An outsider who I knew h
