The Disgraced Luna

Chapter 2

Freya

I pushed the door open and found Lenny standing in the middle of his room, looking furious. His room was surprisingly messy, with clothes scattered across the floor and shoes lying in different corners. It was strange seeing it that way because Lenny had always been particular about cleanliness. He hated having things out of place.

The moment he noticed me, he turned his attention toward me. His expression immediately made me nervous. There was so much anger in his eyes, along with something else that looked almost like hatred.

I couldn't understand it. Out of the three brothers, Lenny had once been the closest to me.

When I was seven, my father would sometimes bring me to the pack house while he trained with the warriors. The triplets were twelve at the time, and somehow, despite the age difference, we became friends. While my father trained, I would spend time with the brothers. They taught me how to swim, took me into the forest, and often included me in their games.

Those days felt like they belonged to another life.

After my father's downfall, everything changed. Just like Sara, the brothers stopped speaking to me. It was almost as if our friendship had never existed.

"Who cleaned my room yesterday?" Lenny asked suddenly.

His voice was cold, and my wolf immediately became uneasy.

"I did," I answered.

His face hardened.

"Then tell me where the diamond necklace from my top drawer is."

I stared at him in confusion.

"What necklace?"

"The one I kept in my drawer."

I quickly tried to remember everything I had done while cleaning his room. I had folded his clothes, arranged his shoes, wiped the furniture, and cleaned the drawers. But I couldn't remember seeing any necklace.

"I didn't see a necklace," I said nervously. "I swear I didn't."

Lenny walked toward me, and I instinctively stepped back.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying. I cleaned your room, but I didn't take anything."

"You were the one cleaning this room, Freya. Who else would have taken it?"

"I don't know, but it wasn't me."

He stared at me for several seconds before turning toward the room. He began searching through everything, opening drawers and moving clothes around. I remained near the door, watching silently.

The more he searched, the worse the room became.

Eventually, he stopped.

His breathing was heavy, and frustration was written all over his face.

"It's gone," he said. "That necklace was supposed to be a birthday present for Sara."

I lowered my eyes.

"I didn't take it."

"You were the last person in here."

"I know, but I didn't steal anything."

His expression suddenly became harder.

"You're a thief, just like your father."

My heart sank.

I had heard those words before, but hearing them from Lenny hurt more than I wanted to admit.

No matter what I did, people in this pack still saw me through my father's disgrace. To them, his accusation had become my identity too.

Lenny rubbed his forehead before looking at me again.

"Only two people were in this room yesterday. You and Sara."

My body stiffened.

Sara.

I remembered seeing her in here yesterday. She had been standing near Lenny's dresser, looking at some of his things.

For a moment, I considered telling him.

Sara had always been clever. She knew exactly how to get people to believe her. I had seen her escape blame before, even when I knew she was responsible.

But accusing her now would be pointless.

Lenny adored her.

He would never believe me over her.

"I didn't take your necklace," I repeated.

He gave me a humorless laugh.

"You expect me to believe that?"

I remained silent.

What could I say?

I had no evidence against Sara, and without evidence, my accusation would only make me look desperate.

Lenny stepped closer.

"If that necklace isn't returned before the end of the day, you and your mother will answer for it."

Fear spread through my chest.

"You can't punish us for something we didn't do."

"I can do whatever is necessary to find my property."

"But I didn't take it."

His eyes narrowed.

"Then you'd better find whoever did."

I stared at him for a moment before lowering my head.

"I understand."

"Get out."

I turned and left.

As soon as I was outside, I leaned against the hallway wall and took a shaky breath. My legs felt weak beneath me.

I knew who I suspected.

Sara.

But knowing something and proving it were two completely different things.

Nobody would listen to me.

Before I could think of what to do next, a guard approached.

"Freya."

I looked up.

It was Joshua.

"Liam is looking for you."

My stomach dropped.

"Why?"

Joshua shook his head. "I don't know. But he's angry. He specifically ordered me to find you."

I closed my eyes for a moment.

What could Liam possibly want from me now?