Page 97 of Moon Claimed
I glanced up at him. “What?”
“I like powerful friends. Don’t distract me. I’m trying to say that you can’t doubt yourself. Any doubt from you hits the stewards. They look to you for reassurance and guidance. Rhona must be managed and not left to her own misplaced and bitter devices. If she plans to reveal everything, then we’ll change our plan down the line, but perhaps reminding Rhona of what her actions would mean for the tribe is a good idea.”
He’s right,my wolf said.
Go away.
Your stubbornness grows wearisome.
Stones and glass houses,I snapped back.
Wade muttered, “Did you just fart? Your face went weird.”
I wished that was all it was. “What do you suggest? That I tell everyone the truth?”
Part of me believed Rhona wouldn’t tell everyone what happened. That now a few days had past, she’d see more clearly. Or at the very least, I believed that she loved the tribe more than she hated me. Unsettling them with another leadership change wasn’t in their best interest.
Wade blew out a breath. “You’re the game mastermind, not me, but I say we save that for worst-case scenario.”
I flopped back again, tired beyond reason. I’d refused to let my wolf in whatsoever for three days. Exhausting couldn’t describe the feeling of shutting her out. It was like someone had opened a plug and I was draining in a steady torrent.
She’d put me in danger. She’d humiliated me in front of my enemies—andSascha and Greyson.
She wasn’t on my side
Incorrect.
I growled low.
“Do you make that sound during sex?”
Oh my god.I cleared my throat. “Only during the really good stuff.”
“That would be a massive turn off for me. As we both could have assumed.”
He was working so hard to make me happy. “Glad to hear it.”
“What’s our plan then?”
“Fighting back is to stand against her. I don’t want to fight with my sister. I can’t. And I won’t tell more lies to get myself out of the hole I dug. I’ll just handle whatever new tactic she tries in the moment and try to talk sense to her.”
“What about when stewards notice she’s not Team Andie?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I’ll deal with that too.”
My phone rang, and Wade snatched it up.
“Unknown, huh?” He slid me a shit-eating grin, light dancing in his grey eyes. “This is Andie’s phone. Oh,Sascha.Hey, boo. No, she’s in bed with me right now. Could you call back? We’re kind of busy.”
I grabbed the phone, trying and failing to glare at him. “Sascha.”
“Is that true?”
“Greyson. None of your business. Why are you calling?”
“We arranged to meet for a Luther lesson.”
I brushed my hair back. “Right. I forgot.”