"That’s enough." One of the guards, a tall, imposing man with a close cropped haircut, stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at his waist. "You will not speak to the Luna like that. You will not spread lies about our Luna. You will show her the respect she deserves."
"Or what?" the young woman taunted, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Are you going to arrest us? Are you going to throw us in the cells? Just like you did to Tricia?"
"Tricia was imprisoned for disobeying a direct order from the Alpha," the guard said, his tone firm and unwavering. "And for spreading false rumors about the Luna. Just like you're doing now. I suggest you walk away. Now."
The young woman and the burly man exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between them. They knew they were
