Author’s pov
The echo of Lady Selene’s heels thundered down the grand hallway, her flowing emerald robe billowing behind her like a furious storm. Her maids hurried to keep up, clutching at their skirts as they trailed after her. The guards posted along the corridors bowed deeply as she passed, their gazes dropping to the floor. No one dared meet her eyes when she wore that look cold, blazing, and dangerous.
She had just heard the news that shook the entire Red Claw Pack.
The mistress Veronica was pregnant.
Selene’s blood boiled at the very thought. Pregnant? Before the Luna’s coronation? Before the bond was fully sealed before the pack? It was an outrage an insult to their entire lineage.
“How dare she,” Selene hissed under her breath, the scent of her fury filling the air like ozone
