CHAPTER 9: OLD FRIEND FROM THE PAST
The hunt for Catleya bled through the night, leaving the pack in a storm of unrest. Her scent—gone, vanished like a wisp of smoke on the wind. The air was thick with howls, a chorus of grief and rage that rattled bones and stirred old ghosts. Their pain was raw, their thirst for justice sharp—for the unborn heir lost in Cassidy’s womb, for the Luna they branded as a traitor.
Cassidy, though now wearing the crown of Luna, bore the weight of it like a collar of thorns.
“You did f*****g what?!” she screamed, her voice cracking like a whip in the room.
Her eyes blazed, feral and unblinking, as they locked on her mother. Her breath came in short, furious bursts.
“I did it for you,” Jane said coldly, unflinching. “If I hadn’t, everything we sacrificed—the
