~CYNTHIA
I was consumed with dark rage.
All my life, I had never been this angry. I had never been this played. Where did it all go wrong? What mistake did I make?
Pain shot up my hands due to the injury that I was inflicting upon myself. My vision had become hazy as unshed and angry tears rested in my eyes. My body vibrated and I found it hard to breathe properly.
How was Althea out of the dungeons? How was she a maid— a personal maid while I was still a mere slave?
I was the one who was supposed to slowly rise into a Queen— a Luna someday. I deserved what Althea had gotten. I have been here longer. I have been loyal to the Lycans. I have earned that position more than her.
I had planned this thing perfectly. I even had Calanthé's help. I had even risked giving the witch my blood be
