^ Open court at the Lycan Council. Looks nice, but I wouldn't wish it upon anyone.
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It's been two weeks since Kurt was murdered. Two weeks since I became the Alpha of River Moon. I spent ten of those allotted days in hospital; being buried alive for ten hours with a raw Alpha bite, wasn't the best of ideas. My legs had been badly damaged in the process; muscles and bones torn and cracked. After I had physically crawled my way through dirt and rain to reach my loved ones at the mansion, the fairy-tale welcome I was expecting didn't manifest itself. No, it was the complete opposite. From the safety of my hospital bed, I heard every single whisper. Witch!
Slut.
Whore.
Liar.
Manipulator.
She let the Alpha kill himself!
She wanted his title.
We don't want her.