Selene slammed the door behind her so hard the frame rattled. The sound of muffled laughter and whispers still echoed in her mind, replaying again and again like a cruel song she couldn’t escape.
Her chest heaved, fury and shame warring in equal measure, her hands shaking as she ripped the necklace from her throat and hurled it across the room.
“Those fools!” she hissed, pacing. “All of them staring, all of them whispering—like I’m some kind of clown. Do they not know who I am? And I can't believe Killian made me apologize to that thing before the entire pack.”
“Selene,” Anna said carefully from where she sat on the edge of the bed. She had followed Selene just because she couldn't remain in the hall when everyone knew she was Selene's friend. Her tone was calm, but her eyes followed S
