Skye's POV
Luna Denise thrashed against the table, her sharp nails clawing at the polished surface, leaving deep scratches on the royal oak as my father’s guards restrained her. Her elegant composure shattered in seconds. Her hair spilled wildly from its pins, and her eyes were no longer those of a Luna but of a desperate, snarling wolf whose lies were finally laid bare.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” she screeched, her voice cracking as she fought against the royal guards. “I am Luna of the Silverclaw! I am your superior! You can’t do this to me!”
No one moved to help her. Not her court. Not her warriors. Not even her son. Especially not her son.
And maybe that was the final blow that shattered her. Because that was when she turned her fury on us. Her rage morphed into something veno
