ALLE
I push open the door to my room—my cell—and freeze.
Freda is sitting on my bed, her hands twisted together in her lap, her face pale and drawn. She looks up when I enter, and the worry in her eyes is so raw it makes something in my chest constrict.
"Alle," she breathes, standing quickly. "Are you okay? What happened? Did they—"
"I'm fine," I cut her off, closing the door behind me. My voice comes out harsher than I intend, still carrying the edge from the council meeting.
"But your reputation—" Freda starts, wringing her hands. "The elders, they're going to hate you now. They already didn't trust you, and now—"
"I don't give a s**t about my reputation in this pack," I say flatly, moving past her to the small desk.
Freda's eyes widen. "You can't say that. You're going to be Luna
