Ariella’s POV
I stood in the middle of Francis's office, my breath ragged as the silence between us grew heavier. The memory of how close he had come to injuring himself to save me filled me with guilt, tightening around my chest like a vise. I had put him in a difficult position, one where he felt compelled to sacrifice himself. But the words he’d just spoken hit me like a cold slap to the face.
“So the only reason you care about my safety is because I’m the future Luna?” I demanded, my voice a mix of anger and disbelief. The guilt I’d felt moments ago quickly gave way to resentment. I had risked everything, not out of obligation to the pack, but because I couldn’t stand by while others were in danger. Yet here he was, reducing everything to politics and appearances.
Francis’s eyes dar
