Luna Cassandra had met most of the Lunas across the packs, but she had never spoken with Seraphine. The Western Tribe was a thousand miles away from the Centenary pack, so their paths had never crossed.
The Grimroot pack was around eight hundred miles from the Western Tribe, but nothing had ever brought them together. Distance had kept them strangers. Distance and the careful isolation that Dean had always insisted upon.
"In fact, I feel ashamed to have believed the rumors when I heard them." Cassandra confessed, turning to face Seraphine as she propped herself up against the pillows. Her movements were slow, labored, as though even the simple act of sitting up required effort she did not possess.
"Even after you became queen, I heard rumors that you only got the crown because you married the King. Now, I doubt everything."
