One month.
It had been thirty long days since that night in Darius's room, since they discovered the torn page and learned the truth about the Moonstone. But... nothing had happened.
No attacks, no threats, no chaos, nothing from Alia.
And Emerald hated it.
On the surface, everything seemed to be going well with her leadership. The pack was finally stable under her rule, and one by one, all the house of status had sworn their loyalty to her.
They had successfully eliminated the threat of spies, and peace had been restored.
But only on the surface.
Behind closed doors, Emerald was fraying.
She no longer flinched at shadows; now, she paid close attention to them. She no longer doubted her own choices, but she questioned everyone else's, especially Rick's.
Every time she pictured him following Alia around like a dog on a leash, it made her feel tense inside.
