“To calm yourself?” Freya drawled, her lips curving in open mockery.

She glanced over her shoulder at the twins, and they laughed as well. The sound scraped against Crystal’s pride like claws on bone, but she swallowed it.

“What do you think this place is? A refugee camp?” Freya scoffed. “And what makes you think you’ll find peace here? Aren’t you a Luna? So proud of that title? Go back to your pack where they lick your feet and worship you.”

Any trace of interest Freya ...