“Back off, Lorain,” Jenna snapped, her voice low but laced with venom. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, shoulders tense, posture proud, unshaken.
Lorain’s smirk deepened. He leaned closer, his tone mocking. “Oh? Still mad over the fact that the pack wouldn’t accept you as their Luna?” His voice dripped with derision.
Jenna’s eyes flickered. Not being accepted wasn’t the issue—but the humiliation, the betrayal, the sheer cruelty of it still burned under her skin like poison. Her hands balled into fists as an unwanted flashback surfaced: Lady Virella’s perfectly manicured hand tipping a glass of wine onto her gown; the delighted giggle of his sister as the pack members turned their backs on her, whispering. All of it while she stood in silence, surrounded by wolves who sought h
