Leah
The courtyard went silent.
Aman’s jaw dropped. Martha’s eyes widened. Even Ella looked stunned.
Samuel stared at me—really stared—like he was seeing me for the first time. Surprise gave way to something darker, sharper. Appreciation. Curiosity. A flicker of respect.
Agnes exhaled slowly. “If Leah is willing to forgive, then so am I. But hear me clearly: one more act of malice—toward anyone—and you will leave this pack forever. No second chances. No pleas. No mercy.”
Martha and Ella murmured hurried promises, eyes downcast, faces pale with false gratitude.
I turned away.
I had no intention of playing the gracious future Luna. I wanted them where I could see them.
The wolfsbane in Agnes’s medicine. The Dowager’s mysterious illness. The way Martha and Ella had pushed so hard to e
