MAEVE'S POV
The screams coming from the Ash Creek pack house grew louder as Ivan, Asha, and I burst through the front doors.
Ivan led the way down the hallways toward the throne room—it was where the chaos seemed to be coming from.
The halls were empty, which was weird. Since yesterday, the house had been a beehive of activity, teeming with servants, elders, and general guests.
Ivan took quicker steps, hurrying to get to the bottom of whatever was causing the commotion. I brought up the rear, albeit warily, holding Asha tightly to my chest.
After what felt like forever, we entered the throne room—and found Lydia throwing a tantrum right in the middle of it.
She was still bald and more furious than I had ever seen her. Her eyes were bloodshot, and there was saliva frothing at the corners of her mouth.
She looked rabid—like she belonged in a psych ward rather than playing the role of Luna in a pack house.
