Lavender’s hands trembled as she saved every photo, video, and post she could find. She transferred everything to a flash drive, knowing she needed proof to confront Cedar.
With her evidence secured, she didn’t waste another second. She stormed out of her room and headed straight for Cedar’s office.
The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open without knocking. Cedar was sitting behind his desk, papers scattered everywhere, his brow furrowed as he went over pack logistics.
“Cedar,” Lavender began.
He didn’t look up. “Not now, Lavender. I’m busy.”
“This is important,” she said, stepping closer.
Cedar finally raised his head. “I said, not now. Whatever it is, it can wait.”
“It can’t,” Lavender insisted. “Fern is planning something dangerous. She’s working with someone from the Bloodfang Pack.”
At the mention of Fern’s name, Cedar’s expression hardened. “Don’t start this again.”
“I have proof,” Lavender pressed, holding up the flash drive. “Photos, videos—everything. Fern and this man, Kane, they’re plotting against you, against the entire pack!”
Cedar’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood. “Enough!” he barked. I won’t listen to you slander Fern. She’s been nothing but loyal to this pack.”
“She’s lying to you!” Lavender shouted back. “She doesn’t care about this pack. She’s trying to destroy it!”
Cedar’s eyes flashed with anger. “One more word against her, and I’ll have you locked up for insubordination. Do you understand me?”
Lavender stared at him. He didn’t believe her. Worse, he was so blinded by whatever spell Fern had cast over him that he refused to even look at the evidence.
Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the office.
How could he be so blind? How could he threaten her when all she was trying to do was protect the pack?
As she paced the hallway, trying to calm her racing thoughts, one name came to mind: Flint. The Beta was loyal to the pack above all else. If anyone would listen to her, it would be him.
Without hesitation, she made her way to Flint’s quarters. She knocked once, then twice, before the door swung open. Flint stood there, his brow furrowed in concern.
“Luna? What’s wrong?”
It was Cedar’s birthday, a night that should have been about him—a night that was supposed to mark another year of his leadership, his power.