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forehead, and a bruise was forming where Olivia had slammed my head against the

tombstone.

As | cleaned the wound, a venomous look crossed my face. Olivia Winters had dared to lay

hands on me-me, who would soon be the true Luna of Silvercrest Pack.

"You'll pay for this," | whispered, applying antiseptic to the cut. "You'll suffer the sfate as

your precious Lily."

| started the engine of my second car and headed toward Rosewood Haven, plans for revenge already forming in

my mind.

| arrived hto find Martha Wilson still awake, despite the late hour. The beta

wolf gasped

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when she saw my appearance.

"Ms. Frost! What happened to you?" she exclaimed, rushing forward.

+15 Points >

| waved her away, not wanting her fussing. "Nothing serious. Makesof that calming

tea, will you?".

Martha hesitated, clearly wanting to ask more questions, but years of service had taught her when to hold her

tongue. She nodded and hurried toward the kitchen.

| sank onto the sofa in the living room, wincing as my head throbbed. The confrontation with

Olivia had leftmore shaken than | cared to admit.

That woman had changed. The meek, accommodating Luna who had once stepped aside whenever | entered a

room was gone, replaced by someone dangerous-someone willing to

physically attack me.

| needed to neutralize her before she becan even greater threat. But how?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of small feet rushing down the stairs. Emma appeared in the

doorway, her eyes widening in horror when she saw me. "Mommy!" she cried, rushing to my side. "What

happened? You're bleeding!"

| hadn't realized the wound had reopened. Blood trickled down my temple, more tic-looking than serious.

Before | could reassure her, Emma had pulled out her phone-the one Ethan had given her for

emergencies-and was dialing..

"Emma, wait-" | began, but it was too late.

"Ethan... Ethan..." Emma sobbed into the phone, her voice high with panic. "Mommy is hurt, her forehead is

bleeding so much, she fainted on the sofa."

| hadn't fainted at all, but Emma's flair for was working in my favor.

"Ethan, is Mommy dying?" she continued, tears streaming down her face. "Ethan, cquickly, save Mommy!"

| could hear Ethan's deep voice responding, though not his exact words. Emma nodded,

sniffling.

"Okay, I'll stay with her. Please hurry!"

She ended the call and turned to me, her small face crumpled with worry. "Ethan's coming. Mommy. He's

bringing a doctor too."

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| suppressed a smile. My daughter's impulsive call had just handedthe perfect opportunity.

Emma rushed to my side, tears streaming down her face. "Mommy, don't die, I've already

called Ethan, he'll be here soon..."

+15 Points >

| frowned, genuinely annoyed by her impulsive action. “Emma, you shouldn't have called him without asking me

first."

Her lower lip trembled. "But you're hurt!"

| sighed, realizing | couldn't undo what had been done. Instead, | would need to make the most

of the situation.

"Go upstairs and change into your nightgown," | instructed. "And wash your face. You don't

want Ethan to see you looking such a mess."

As soon as Emma disappeared upstairs, | quickly pressed my fingers against my wound,

reopening it further. Fresh blood flowed, making the injury appear more severe than it was.

| leaned back against the sofa cushions, arranging myself in what | hoped was a vulnerable,

pitiful position. By the t| heard Ethan's car pulling into the driveway, | had perfected my

act.

The front door burst open, and Ethan rushed in with Emma in his arms. His amber eyes

widened when he saw me.

"Victoria!" He set Emma down and was at my side in an instant, his strong hands gentle as

they cradled my face. "What happened to you?"

| allowed my eyes to flutter weakly. "Ethan... you came..."

Dr. Harold Bennett entered behind him, medical bag in hand. The elderly pack healer moved

with surprising speed for his age, kneeling besideto examine my wound.

"The bleeding looks worse than it is," he said after a moment, his experienced fingers probing

the injury. "Head wounds always bleed profusely."

Ethan's face was tight with concern. "How did this happen?"

Dr. Bennett frowned as he cleaned the wound. "This wasn't caused by a fall. These marks

suggest repeated impact against a hard surface."

Ethan's expression darkened, his amber eyes flashing with anger. "Someone did this to you?

Who?"

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| turned my face away, as if reluctant to answer. "I don't want to cause trouble..."

"Victoria." Ethan's voice was firm. "Tellwho hurt you."

| shook my head weakly. "No one attacked me, Ethan. I... | slipped and fell."

Dr. Bennett made a skeptical noise but continued treating my wound in silence. "Victoria, Ethan said again, his

tone gentler now. "You can tellthe truth."

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| reached for his hand, squeezing it weakly. "Please, Ethan. | just want to rest. Can you help me

to my room?"

Ethan's jaw tightened, but he nodded, carefully liftinginto his arms. As he carried me

toward the stairs, | caught a glimpse of his face-and the suspicion forming there. "Olivia threatened you at Maple

Grove," he said quietly, so Emma couldn't hear. "Did she do

this?"

| didn't answer, letting my silence speak for me. Ethan's face darkened as he carried me

upstairs, his suspicion of Olivia growing with each step.