Connor’s so-called righteous fury on Belinda’s behalf was nothing short of ridiculous.
Just two weeks ago, I had led a trading convoy to negotiate with a neighboring pack. Because of my status as Luna, they treated me with the utmost respect, which clearly didn’t sit well with Belinda.
She cornered me when no one was looking, her voice dripping with venom. “So what if you’re Luna? The Alpha doesn’t even care about you.”
I didn’t bother responding. I simply brushed past her and climbed into my carriage.
