LORA POV

I watch as Octavia storms out of the room, a smug smile spreading across her face.

I storm into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I'm fuming, my anger boiling over like a pot left unattended on the stove. I pace back and forth across the room, my mind racing with thoughts.

That bastard, that dirty wolfless piece of trash dared to threaten me, me Luna Lora. What does she think of herself, a blue blood, just because she is carrying that worthless thing children.

She has no clueless what she has gotten herself into, I will make sure to clip her wings.

' Yes I will...