If this road hadn't been the only route to the Ironveil Packhouse, I would never have passed his gates at all.
What I never imagined was that even if there was no love left between us, we had grown up together. And still, he chose to humiliate me like this.
I didn't move.
Fenris waved his hand, impatience carved into every line of his face. "If you won't do it yourself, I'll have someone do it for you."
Two pack warriors started toward me, their eyes crawling over my body with undisguised hunger. The blood drained from my face.
"Fenris, you can't do this."
"If the Alpha Prince finds out, he won't let you off."
Fenris looked at me as though I'd told a joke.
"Even now, you're still keeping up the act."
"The Alpha Prince, huh? I'll wait right here. Let's see who's going to stop me."
The two warriors were already on me. They shoved my attendant aside with a single sweep and reached for me with filthy, calloused hands. The stench of them hit me before their grip did, sour sweat and stale mead, and my wolf recoiled so violently I nearly gagged.
A scream tore from my throat. "I'm not lying! I really am the Alpha Prince's Luna!"
"No!"
The sharp rip of fur and silk split the air.