The Fire of Jealousy

Vera

I limp toward my room, each step a sharp stab of pain where the lashes violently cut me.

The marks severely cross my back and arms in angry red lines. They burn and deeply throb. I drop onto the edge of my bed and force myself to breathe slowly. The constant pain is loud and completely steady. It keeps me from thinking clearly for a brief moment.

Elira’s smug face violently spins in my head. That foolish Luna. Who does she seriously think she is, coming into my pack ...