CHLOE'S POV
"That pathetic, nameless little bitch!"
The crystal vase smashed against the stone wall with a deafening crack, sending sharp, glittering shards exploding across the marble floor of my quarters.
I didn't care.
I could fucking care less!
I grabbed a porcelain figurine off the vanity and hurled it straight into the full-length mirror.
The glass shattered with a violent, agonizing screech, spider-webbing into a thousand fractured reflections of my contorted, tear-streaked face.
I walked over and crushed the already crushed glass below my feet. ''Luna?!''
I let out a loud laugh, my nails digging into my palm, drawing blood.
''Luna my ass!''
"She thinks she won!" I screamed into the empty room, my chest heaving, my fingernails digging into my palms so hard I drew blood. "She thinks she can just crawl into this pack, bat her teary eyes, and take everything that belongs to me?!"
My hands were shaking violently.
