Everyone looked at Luna Hazel.
Her face, once flushed with authority and practiced grace, drained of all color. The confident mask she always wore cracked in an instant, her lips trembling as if her body already knew what her mind refused to accept.
The pack courtyard was silent—no rustle of fur, no shifting of feet. Even the wind seemed to still.
“You killed my parents.”
Diana’s voice cut through the silence like a blade dragged across stone.
It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
There was something wrong with it—something ancient. A low vibration beneath the words, a growl that didn’t belong to a wolfless woman.
Hazel’s eyes snapped to Diana, wide with shock.
That’s impossible, Hazel thought wildly. She doesn’t have a wolf.
Everyone knew that. Diana had been born without one. A
