Scarlett
“Scarlett.” My stepmother’s voice echoed. I struggled to stand on my feet. My conversation with my father last night hadn’t gone smoothly; it didn’t favor me. So he’d made sure to assign guards to monitor me all night to prevent me from running.
“Scarlett.” The voice came again. This time, I was already on my feet. I opened the door.
“Good morning, Luna,” I managed to greet her.
“What the heck are you doing?” she asked with a scornful expression.
“Nothing,” I replied weakly. “Do you need something?”
“Yes,” she said, brushing past me without waiting for an invitation. She settled into the chair by the window, her movements graceful, every part of her natural appearance screaming authority. My stepmother was the Beta’s daughter from the neighboring pack—a detail she reminded m
