Victoria's POV

I press myself against the cold stone wall outside Cain's study, my twisted form hidden in the shadows that have become my permanent refuge. The heavy oak door muffles their voices, but I catch enough to make my remaining eye burn with rage.

"...formal ceremony in three days... announce my chosen Luna to the pack..."

'No. No, no, no.'

My hands clench into fists, the bones that never healed properly grinding against ...