Raven's POV

Halfway to my bedchamber, I stopped in my tracks. I could hear voices coming from the linen room. They were low, female and far too familiar. I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but the words floated so clearly through the cracked door of the room that I couldn’t help but hear them.

"She doesn't even look like a Luna," one voice scoffed. "Lady Rhea is clearly only tolerating her because of the Alpha."

"I know," another whispered. "She dresses like a man and walks like she’s still a warrior. She is not a real Luna at all."

I gripped the side of the doorway, fighting the urge to storm...