I didn't show them the teeth. I showed them nothing. I was a void, moving through the corridors of my own prison.
I was rounding the corner toward the Alpha's wing when a door clicked open to my left. I stopped dead.
Luna Lynn stepped out, draped in a morning gown of ivory lace. She looked at me, and the satisfaction in her eyes was so bright it was blinding. She had spent years watching me hold the power she wanted for her own son, and now, she was watching me drown in a sea of my own making.
"Good morning, Kaeren," she purred, her voice dripping with a saccharine venom that made my stomach turn. She adjusted her lace handkerchief, a mocking smile touching her lips. "I was just wondering... the Council has already sent over the schedule for the 'Luna-in-Waiting' training. I'm a bit confused, though. Should I send the invitations to the Spanish slut in the duplex, or the Beta's child at the estate? Which of your 'wives' is actually going to represent the Evermont bloodline?"
