Seraphina
The first time I gave Lucian information, I didn't think of it as betrayal. That was the truth. Maybe not a flattering truth. Maybe not a smart truth. But a truth nonetheless. Because if someone had asked me that morning whether I would ever help a rival Alpha threaten Blackridge, I would have laughed in their face.
I loved my pack. Whatever else had happened, whatever mistakes I had made, whatever doubts haunted me late at night, that much remained true. Blackridge was my home. Its people were my people. Its children were my responsibility.
I was still Rowan’s Luna. I would never knowingly put them in danger. The problem was that betrayal rarely announced itself that clearly. Sometimes it arrived disguised as conversation. As sympathy. As understanding. As comfort.
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