Victoria’s POV
After all, werewolves were prideful creatures. Once a pack rose to prominence respected and revered by others losing that status was a bitter pill to swallow. To fall from power and become a source of shame, mocked and looked down upon by the very packs that once respected them... how deeply must that have wounded their pride?
They couldn’t take it lying down. But since they couldn’t strike back at those who scorned them, they turned their frustrations inward toward me.
After all, everyone knew even their Alpha despised me. So they didn’t bother to hide their hatred. In their eyes, I had become the perfect outlet for everything they’d lost.
Sob... Sob...
"L-Luna Victoria, please hang on..." the healer whispered, her voice so faint that the guards stationed outside the d
