Becoming the Luna of Your Ex's Brother
Chloe stood with her usual regal confidence, her perfectly tailored suit and sharp smile belying the venom I knew she carried beneath.
I stepped forward, every muscle in my body taut, my mother’s pendant cool against my chest, grounding me in this moment.
“Luna Chloe,” I began, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “We have substantial evidence linking you to rogue factions and attempts to destabilize not only Storm Haven but also Thorne Ridge Pack.”
Chloe’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a faint, mocking smile. “And what evidence would that be, Luna Olivia? Baseless accusations from a disgruntled Rogue?” Her voice was honeyed, yet sharp, calculated to turn the room against me.