Rowan
My mood had soured, and my wolf sulked beneath my skin. A rise of self-loathing and shame sat heave at the forefront of my mind. Every instinct I had screamed at me to fight. To punish anyone who dared to challenge us. But I deserved the criticism. If I refused judgment from others simply because I held power, then I would be no better than my father.
The internal verbal warfare from both Emma and Davis had been harsh, but not unwarranted. Because she had been deemed a servant, my mate — my future Luna — had been forced into the lowest position possible. They had pressed for more details, demanded explanations, but none of that was my story to tell. I would never betray Elizabeth by divulging things she was not ready to share herself.
Still, Davis's words haunted me as I led Eliz
