The man she addressed-a broad-shouldered rogue with a jagged scar cutting through his eyebrow-said nothing. He had learned quickly that answering her questions only prolonged these episodes.
"She had nothing," Felicity continued, her voice rising. "No pack. No wolf. No future. She was nothing, and he dragged her out of the mud and handed her everything I was promised. He made her a princess!"
Her hands clenched into fists, nails biting into her palms.
The years of neglect and maniption that Ellie endured didn''t matter, not to her, and not in light of everything that Ellie had now.
The lost Moonstone daughter. The messenger of the goddess. Mother of the Silver Fang heirs. Luna to Nn. Ellie didn''t deserve any of it.
"I was supposed to be Luna,” she hissed. “I was supposed to stand at his side. I was supposed to bear his heirs. That life was mine."
The rogue shifted ufortably. Around them, others pretended not to listen, though every word carried.
Felicity either didn''t realize or didn''t care that the rogues she had hired didn''t care at all about her motivations. They didn''t care about her hurt feelings or her bitterness. They were only here for two reasons. To make money and to cause chaos.
Seeing her like this, it only made them question her sanity.
Felicityughed suddenly, sharp and unhinged. “Do you know what the worst part is?” She gestured broadly at the camp. “This. This is where she belongs. This filth. This hunger. This constant fear. This is her world, not mine! She stole my throne and she sent me to this hell in her ce!"
Her gaze burned as she stared into the distance.
“And now she sits in Silver Fang, wrapped in silks, protected by warriors, carrying his children. Standing by his side when she doesn''t even deserve to stand in his presence."
Her voice cracked.
"It''s wrong," she said, softer now, but no less dangerous. "It''s all wrong."
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The conditions gnawed at her sanity. Each night spent on hard ground stripped away anotheryer of restraint. Each whispered insult from passing rogues, each sidelong nce at her clean hands and noble ent, fed the fury coiled tight in her chest.
This was Ellie''s world.
This suffering.
And Nn had saved her from it.
Felicity could not stop reying that injustice, turning it over and over in her mind until it eclipsed everything else. Every hardship she faced became proof-not of her poor choices, but of Ellie''s theft.
The rogues noticed the change.
At first, her obsession had been useful. Hatred was a powerful motivator, and she paid well. She promised bloodshed, promised opportunity, promised them a chance
to strike at the heart of the kingdom that had cast them out.
But as days passed, her rants grew more erratic.
She spoke to herself when she thought no one was listening. She argued with shadows at the edge of the firelight. Her ns shifted hourly, driven less by strategy than by fixation.
One night, as the camp settled into uneasy rest, she erupted again-voice echoing through the clearing.
"She thinks she''s safe," Felicity snarled. "She thinks love protects her."
Several rogues exchanged nces. Some had left already, others needed the payday too badly to back out now.
"We''ll do the job," one of them said carefully. "You don''t need to-
"Yes, I do!" Felicity whirled on him, eyes wild. "You don''t understand. This isn''t just
about killing her. It''s about taking everything she stole from me.”
Sheughed again, breathless and sharp. “I want her to know what it feels like to be hunted. To be helpless. To watch everything she loves burn."
The man swallowed but nodded.
Despite their unease, they would follow through.
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Rogues were not moral creatures. They were practical ones.
And Felicity''s coin still spent just fine.
As the fire crackled low and the camp settled into restless silence, Felicity stood alone at the edge of the clearing, staring toward the distant borders of Silver Fang.
In her mind, Ellie''s face loomedrge-soft, undeserving, adored.
"She should be here," Felicity whispered. "Cold. Afraid. Alone."
Her lips curled into a smile that held no warmth.
"But I''ll fix that."
Far away, in warm stone halls and wardednds, the kingdom was drawing its lines -political withdrawals, reinforced borders, alliances reshaped by fear.
And in the shadows beyond those borders, something unbnced and burning was gathering strength.
The storm was no longer theoretical.
It was already moving.
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