Chapter 4

I stood in the center of the pack house, my wounds still fresh from Sariyah's claws, and faced the gathered wolves. The dining hall had emptied as news spread that I would make an announcement. Now, dozens of eyes watched me, some curious, others pitying, most simply waiting for the spectacle to unfold.

Archer lounged at the head table, Sariyah draped across him like a trophy. His expression was smug, confident that I would beg or break. He had no idea what was coming.

"I, Luna Bellamy Green," I began, my voice clear and steady despite the pain lancing through…