Third Person's POV
Crescent Moon Pack
Faye's nails dug into the armrest of her chair as the report was read. The scout's voice was too calm, too steady, as he spoke of the Nightshade wolves praising Scarlett.
"They say she fought like an Alpha to protect them," the scout murmured. "That she carried herself with honor. Some even call her the true Luna of Nightshade now."
The words scraped raw across Faye's nerves. She shot to her feet, silk skirts swirling around her ankles. "Enough!"
The scout flinched.
Alexander, sitting across the chamber with a goblet in hand, arched a brow. "Scarlett…" His face was devoid of emotion, but his tone, as he rolled Scarlett's name off his tongue, was soft and filled with affection, which made Faye's expression twist.
Faye turned on him, fury contorti
