Chapter 13: Is she dead
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~Rowan’s POV
"What the hell is going on with that bitch?!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room.
My hand slammed against the table, again, and a sharp crack split through the already-damaged wood. Papers flew. Rage burned hot in my chest, crawling up my throat until it felt like fire was going to pour from my mouth.
Lisa.
That name felt like poison on my tongue.
She hadn’t even spent two full days in the palace, and yet she had managed to shake everything. Our rules. Our image. Our control.
"She is not even fit to be a maid in the palace," Damon muttered, seething as he paced the floor. "Not to talk of being our Luna."
Kael leaned against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes narrowed like blades.
"I’m done," he said finally, voice cold and flat. "I don’t care what the Moon Goddess thinks. That bitch will never be Luna of this pack."
Damon and I turned to him, the silence between us growing heavier.
"I’m going to reject her," Kael continued, uncrossing his arms. "Tonight, tomorrow, doesn’t matter. But I’m not living with that curse wearing a human face."