Valtira.
The entire hall erupted into complete chaos. Gasps, screams, and different noises filled the air. The scent of blood spread fast, sharp and metallic. Lyssandra stumbled back, clutching her wrist as the blood streamed down her arm, eyes wide in shock and fury.
“Outrageous!” one of the elders thundered, his voice shaking the pack walls. “This is lunacy!”
Guards rushed forward instantly, swords drawn, unsure whether to shield me or restrain me. I stood there, chest heaving, dagger still covered with blood. My pulse roared in my ears, but I didn’t flinch. I looked straight at Lyssandra as she shrieked in pain, and I didn’t regret a single thing.
“The Luna has lost her wits!” another elder cried out. “To attack a noble inside the royal court—she’s unhinged!”
“This is so wrong!” I
