Outside, the noise of the gathering pack could already be heard. Voices were rising, demanding she stopped hiding. Anger, disappointment, and curses filled the air.
Kira's nostrils flared.
She recalled how everyone here used to sing Reana's praises, used to love and cherish her, how they wouldn't dare to speak before she did.
How could people change so much?
In less than twenty-four hours, it felt as though they'd never benefited from Reana.
So what if she was carrying Alpha Snow's child? Weren't the elders already hoping to build a relationship with the Dark Snow Pack?
How hypocritical were they?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
The moment Reana appeared, standing on the veranda, there was a sudden silence, like they'd once again remembered who she was.
Their beloved Luna.
But suddenly, in the next moment, someone yelled from the back and the courtyard erupted with loud accusations.
