As soon as Cyrus turned his back and left, Sara wiped her fake tears quickly, muttering in her heart all the curses she knew.
Mad dog. Idiot wolf. Brain of a rock. Son of a mutt. Ugh, why is the world punishing like this? She puffed her cheeks, glaring at his tall figure from behind, though only in her heart. On her face, she still kept the pitiful, broken look. She knew better than to show her true colors.
Because that was the thing about these brainless wolves—if you stood up and tried to look big, they would crush you even harder. They liked domination. They liked to show they were stronger.
So why challenge their giant egos? Better to look weak, pitiful, a helpless girl who couldn’t even hurt a fly. That was the only way to make them leave you alone.
But seriously, she cursed again inside her head, why can’t he just believe when I say I didn’t see anyone? Like, shit, is that so hard to understand? I said no, so it’s no. End of story. But nooo, Mister Beta thinks I’m hiding sothing. Hah, the only thing I’m hiding is how much I want to kick his face right now!
She huffed softly, almost like a child pouting, but quickly sniffled to keep up her "poor " act.
Sara slipped back into her room, her eyes red from all the fear Cyrus had given her. She found Selene already lying on her bed, eyes closed like she had been waiting for sleep to take her.
Sara didn’t disturb her. She quietly changed her clothes, pulled her blanket up, and curled herself into the corner of her bed.
She muttered one last curse at that arrogant jerkface in her heart, then sighed deeply and let herself drift off. For the first ti that night, she slept peacefully, without thinking about anything.
The next day started calm. Both Sara and Selene went back to their work like normal. Life here wasn’t too hard, not really. If they kept their heads down, if they didn’t make noise or disturb anyone, the wolves barely noticed them. They were treated as invisible. And invisible was safe.
And just like this, they had not faced anything in the last week.
Now today, they were assigned to the kitchen. The reason? A grand dinner was being prepared. Because of important guests, the council of werewolves. It was going to be a feast, rich and heavy.
Selene rembered their encounter of yesterday, and things were not even good between them, and now they were actually throwing a feast after humiliating them. She felt sothing was really off.
But she ignored it and decided to do her job diligently so she could get out from here as fast as possible.
And their job was easy enough. Stocking ingredients, writing down items, and running small errands for the head butler. Sara and Selene stayed side by side, scribbling the nas of ats, herbs, and wines the butler demanded.
But suddenly...
Click.
The sharp, high sound of heels struck the floor, followed by a voice that made them cringe.
"I will not allow such cheap dishes to be served."
The butler froze. Selene’s hand froze. Sara’s pen froze. All three heads turned together.
A figure walked in, chin high, head tilted, and smile painted on with heavy powder and bright lipstick. Lady riya.
Selene’s chest went tight. She thought riya had left Silver Dawn. Because she hadn’t seen her for days. Why is she here? But she lowered her eyes quickly; she didn’t even want to see her face.
The butler bowed at her, and Sara bowed too, copying him because she thought she must be soone high-ranking.
But Selene only lowered her eyes. She refused to bow her head to this woman. Her calm face was like a wall, cold and unshaken.
That single act didn’t escape from riya’s eyes. Her painted lips curved into a mocking smile, her eyes running over Selene from head to toe.
But when she realized that Selene was not even an oga, she completely lost her interest, not even bothering to waste her words with a human; they were beneath her.
riya turned back to the butler instead.
"Why are you preparing such low dishes? Do you not know the honor of the council? The respect of the Werewolves’ council? Add roasted pheasant. Add silver trout. Add saffron rice and red wine sauce. Do not dare to serve these...cheap things."
Her voice dripped with scorn.
The butler’s eyes rolled so hard. Selene thought they might fall out. But he held his tongue, only nodded stiffly, and scribbled the orders.
Selene and Sara lowered their heads to hide their smiles. They didn’t dare laugh, but even the butler’s silence scread that everyone thought the sa: Lady riya was nothing but a loud-mouthed bitch.
After throwing her weight around, riya swept out of the kitchen, her heels clicking like tiny hamrs on the stone floor.
When she was gone, the room relaxed. The butler sighed and carried off his list. Selene and Sara got back to their notes. But behind them, two ogas had already started whispering.
"Did you see her?" one hissed. "Acting all high and mighty. As if she’s already our Luna."
The other snorted. "Luna? Please. She’s only playing dress-up. I heard she’s been running after all our alphas. And all of them didn’t even look at her twice."
The first oga giggled darkly. "Oh yes. I saw it myself. She was practically throwing herself at Alpha Kael, and he walked right past her like she was invisible. Sa with Alpha Aeron. Both of them only have eyes for their mate. Poor Lady riya."
The second leaned closer, voice sharp with gossip. "Mate? Ha. Who knows if their mate is even alive? People say she’s dead. If that’s true, then Lady riya might just get her claws in. And if she becos our Luna..." She shuddered. "...then we’re all dood."
The first nodded fast. "You’re right. I heard she never forgets. If you disrespect her once, she’ll hunt you down for life. Imagine being ruled by her? Goddess save us all."
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