**Brielle’s Chamber**

“You *what*?” Brielle whisper-shouted, eyes wide.

“Keep your voice down—someone might hear,” Amora hissed, clamping a hand over Brielle’s mouth.

“Might hear what?” Luna Cleo asked, stepping inside without knocking.

“Mother!” Brielle jumped. “Were you spying on us?”

Luna Cleo scoffed. “I was on my way to your brother’s chamber. The maids told me he hasn’t touched his dinner.” She folded her arms. “So… what were you two whispering about?”

Amora nudged Brielle forward. “Tell her.”

“Nope. You tell her,” Brielle smirked.

Luna Cleo groaned. “One of you just speak.”

Amora twisted her fingers nervously. “Mother… I… I talked back to the Alpha. And I think he’s really...