Ten Dollars, Two Lives
Everyone in the Blood Moon pack is whispering that Alpha Cassian Ward only allows his pack to spend ten dollars a day.
Yes, ten dollars.
It's not a pack tradition, nor a decree from the elders. The rule comes from his new financial planner, Mira Langford.
Even as Luna, the moment they discover I've spent a single dollar more—on medicine, no less—they drag me out and whip me 20 times in public.
By the second lash, my back splits open, blood soaking through my skirt.
My personal maid, Elsie Quinn, throws herself forward, sobbing. "Stop, please stop! Luna Sutton is fragile! She won't survive this!"
But Mira only lashes harder. "Alpha Cassian said 20 lashes for every extra dollar. Who dar