Asena's POV
The Rogues believed they had caught me.
Rough hands grabbed my wrists as they pulled me further inside their hideout. Their laughter bounced off the stone walls, mean and mocking, with each word intended to remind me how weak I supposedly was to them.
"Look at her," one said with a mockery. "The Luna who people think can lead a whole pack. She's just a spoiled young woman in over her head."
"She even gave up without even trying to fight," another laughed louder than the other. "What kind of leader does that? A fake one."
I kept my face straight and my body calm.
Let them make fun of me.
Let them think I had given up.
That was exactly what I wanted.
At the very end of the hideout, torches flickered, showing a throne made from wood and bones. There, sitting on it and with a proud smile, was their leader.
