Percy’s POV

Haven never learned when to stop pretending she had power. Even now cornered and exposed, stripped of every shield she once hid behind, she still borrowed arrogance that did not belong to her.

“Do you know who I am?” she demanded, voice ringing. “I am Luna of this pack. You will address me properly.”

The word Luna scraped against my nerves.

I did not answer immediately. I studied her instead, this woman who had built her throne from lies, who had worn Rue’s suffering ...