“Don’t lie to me, Grace.” My voice was lower now, dangerous.
Her expression flickered—anger mixed with something else. “Why do you care?” she countered, taking a deliberate step forward until we were nearly chest to chest. “You don’t even wear your own marks with pride! Don’t lecture me about bonds or Luna duties!”
“Because it’s not yours to lose,” I growled. My hand rested against the wall behind her, keeping her close, cornered. “That pendant holds sacred power, Grace. A power tied to this pack. To me.”
Her lips parted, her breaths growing shallow. “If it’s so special,” she whispered bitterly, “then clearly, I should’ve used it to buy safer sanctuary. Somewhere far. Somewhere you can’t get to.”
I slammed my palm against the wall beside her, the sound reverberating throughout the clau
