"Careful with the tears. If they get into those wounds, they'll fester. Even high-tier Healing magic won't bring that face back."
Elara's exposed eye went wide. Her hand clamped down over the cloth covering her mouth. She held her breath.
Couldn't cry. Couldn't risk it. Not even one tear.
I let myself smile.
Then she found another angle. Pressed her hand to her bandaged cheek and let her voice come out small. Strangled. Saintly.
"Luna Leah. I've already filed for voluntary Rogue exile."
"Alpha Kael told me. He doesn't want to lose you. You've gotten what you wanted. You've driven me out."
"You don't need to keep humiliating him in front of the entire Pack."
"I just came here to tell you that." Elara's voice was the trembling whisper of a martyr at the stake. "Even though I have eve
