While most would try to hide the shame of their Luna running away from her Alpha and their territory—if only to save face for the Alpha and protect the reputation of the entire pack—Levi was different. He hated his Alpha. He hated the people of his pack for hurting their Luna so deeply that she had no choice but to leave.
So instead of covering it up, Levi wanted them all to suffer. He wanted to expose every wound, every injustice, even if doing so meant torturing himself in the process. The pain from the backlash of the oath he swore burned through his body, but he endured it.
'Fine. Let's all get damned together. It's the least we deserve for what we put Luna Addison through—three years of scorn, hatred, and suffering in this wretched pack.'
Levi's hand trembled slightly from the pain, but he forced a smile onto his face as he led the Royal Convoy and their entourage into the pack house, guiding them toward their suites as though nothing was wrong.
