My brief moment of warmth vanished. My muscles tightened, and my eyes felt cold and hard.
"We are not going to talk about it," I stated, picking up my cereal spoon again just to have something in my hands. "And no, I don't owe you any explanation, Luna Ovelia. The only person who had the right to ask me about that was Astor. And he has. We are past it."
"Past it?" she practically screeched. "We welcomed you into our pack. We accepted you as a daughter, and you just abandoned us! You broke my son!"
"Daughter?" I laughed, a short, humorless sound that felt like sandpaper in my throat. I looked her dead in the eye, finally letting the rage I’d held onto for years surface. "You never accepted me. You tolerated me. You tolerated the unwanted girl who was the future Luna."
My voice dropped,
