Scarlet’s POV
Just as I entered the royal chamber, the maids were already waiting at the door.
“Help the Luna to—”
“Leave,” I said, holding back the rage crawling up my throat. My eyes shut tight, my fists clenched.
“But Luna, we need to change your—”
“f**k off!” I snapped, my wolf snarling just beneath the surface. I slammed my fist into the wall, sharp pain slicing through my knuckles. Blood trickled slowly down my hand.
They scattered immediately, scampering away like frightened rats, breathless and wide-eyed.
“All of you. Except you,” I said, pointing to Chloe—the deaf maid—who’d turned halfway, almost walking out with the others.
As much as she’d saved me from death, I couldn’t shake off the question: why? What did she really want from me?
She couldn't just be doing this beca
