Willow’s scream cut through the clearing.
“No!”
She jerked against the hands of the Bloodmoon Elite Guards restraining her, her earlier fear quickly turning back into anger.
“You cannot do this to me!”
Her voice rose as she looked from Julia to the council elder and then toward the Silver Fang wolves gathered around them.
“I am the Luna of Silver Fang!”
No one answered. Willow lifted her chin, desperately clinging to the titles that had protected her for so long.
“I am the daughter of an Alpha! My father is the Alpha of Night Fang!”
She glared at the elder.
“You cannot seal my wolf as though I am some common criminal! You cannot humiliate me in front of my own pack!”
Julia remained quiet. The elder’s expression hardened slightly, but before he could respond, Willow turned toward
