“And you do not have to be smug or a disrespectful bastard about it, Rogue King.” Diana’s voice was not loud. It didn’t need to be.
The fury in it—cold, controlled, and unmistakable—cut through the room far sharper than any shout ever could. Every head turned to her. Even Talon stilled beside her. Because this— This was not the tired, recovering Luna lying in a hospital bed. This was a queen. And she was angry. Diana pushed herself slightly more upright despite the weakness in her body, her eyes locking onto Damon with unrestrained intensity.
“If I remember correctly,” she continued, her tone edged with something dangerously close to ice, “my Alpha and I still treated you with respect when you came into our pack unannounced.” Her gaze did not waver. “And how did you repay that, Rogue Kin
