From Slave to Queen, Yet Never His Luna
I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
Clara—Cole’s younger sister;
and Fiona—the princess of Jade Pack.
Back when I was favored, they didn’t dare challenge me openly.
I had the proudest wolf, Lyra.
Even together, they were no match for me.
But now, Lyra slept deeply, and I was no longer the “high and mighty Princess Nina.”
Clara lifted her chin and walked toward me, her voice sharp as a blade. “After spending so long as a slave in the Blood Wash Grounds, it seems you’ve grown close to your kind.”