It wasn't long after Ravyn left that Daisy began to understand what pack management truly meant.
The first event to shatter the illusion shattered quietly was the arrival of a parcel at the manor, sealed with the Alpha crest and addressed to Ravyn.
Daisy barely hesitated. As co-Luna and soon-to-be Luna, she had every right to open it. That was what she told herself as she slit the seal and unfolded the papers inside.
Her fingers stilled as the words stared back at her like a verdict. Divorce Agreement.
The breath drained from her lungs, the room seemed to dim, the edges of her vision tightening as her eyes traced Seraphine's name on the document.
A clean, final cut. Daisy had imagined something else entirely. Ravyn dragging Seraphine back to the pack in disgrace, her head bowed, her defiance broken.
She had already pictured it: the dungeon doors closing with Seraphine in it, the slow rot of humiliation. To her, that was the punishment Seraphine deserved for daring to walk away.
