Chapter 77

MAYA’S POV The pain was unbearable. I lay on my stomach. My body burned from the searing lashes of the military cane. Twenty strokes. Twenty excruciating marks seared into my back for doing nothing but speaking the truth. My muscles trembled as I sucked in a breath, forcing myself not to make a sound. I refused to let them break me. I was Maya, a war hero. Not only that. I was a Luna, a warrior who had bled for this kingdom. And yet, I had been treated no better than a traitor. All because of her. Eliza. My wolf growled in my head, restless. My wolf was itching to sink her claws into that woman’s throat. I could see her now, standing with that infuriating smirk, watching as I was dragged out and flogged like a common criminal. And Derek had watched my suffering without lifting a single damn finger. That stupid Alexander. He thought he could do anything he wanted because he was the son of the Lycan king. It had been his orders that had left me in this state. The anger I felt boiled insi