Olivia’s POV

I was taking a nap when the door to my room was harshly pushed open, abruptly ending my morning rest. While my eyes were still half-open, I saw Anita storming toward me. Reaching the bed, she landed a hard slap across my face. The pain was intense, leaving me momentarily stunned. I remained on the bed, trying to process what had just happened.

“Tell me, you slut,” Anita spat, seething with anger, “what witch did you visit? What spell did you cast on the triplets?”

Anger surged through me, and I slowly sat up, trying to regain my composure.

“You slut… tell me, what spell did you use? You did a spell so they hate me, right? Is that what you did?!” she yelled, slapping me again.

Pain shot through my cheek. That was it. My anger exploded. I jumped out of bed, my vision red with rage. I grabbed Anita by the hair, yanking her head back as she screamed.

“How dare you slap me?!” I yelled, dragging her across the room.

She kicked and fought, but I was too strong. My wolf was unleashed. My body shook with fury.

“You think I did a spell on them?!” I shouted. “You think I need a spell for them to hate you? You did that all by yourself!”

I slammed her face against the wall. Hard. She screamed in pain, blood streaming from her nose.

“You bullied me for years,” I growled, smashing her against the wall again. “You spread lies! You laughed at my pain! And now you barge in here and hit me?!”

Her hands clawed at mine, but I didn’t stop. My wolf had taken control. I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

“Help! Guards! Help me!” Anita screamed, her voice filled with panic.

I didn’t care. I slammed her again. “You’re pathetic, Anita!”

Her blood was everywhere—on the wall, on my hands, on her dress. She was crying, begging, but I couldn’t hear her. Suddenly, the door burst open. Guards rushed in, followed by Louis, Levi, and Lennox. They all froze at the sight.

“Olivia, stop!” Levi shouted, running toward me.

But I wasn’t listening. My hands were still tangled in Anita’s hair. I raised her face again, ready to slam her one more time—

“OLIVIA!” Lennox’s voice thundered through the room.

I paused, breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling with anger. My eyes met Lennox’s—and I saw the shock, the disbelief, the concern on his face.

Louis rushed forward and pulled Anita away from me, holding her tightly. I stood there, breathing hard, my fists clenched, my chest heaving as if I’d just run a marathon.

“What the hell are you doing, Olivia?!” Louis yelled as he cradled Anita in his arms.

Anita buried her face in his chest, sobbing loudly, her blood staining his clean white shirt. I stared at her—at what I had done. Her face was a mess. Blood dripped from her nose; deep scratches marred her cheek. One eye was already swelling. For a second… I knew I’d gone too far.

Louis gently lifted Anita’s face, his jaw tightening at the damage. “Shit,” he muttered.

“Olivia…” Levi said, approaching. “How could you do this?”

I looked away, feeling guilty but still angry. “She hit me first. Twice,” I muttered.

“That’s not the point!” Lennox snapped. “You should have come to us. You should’ve told us—not do this to her face!”

“She’s jealous of me!” Anita cried, turning her bloody face toward them. “She’s jealous of my pretty face! That’s why she did this to me!”

“That’s a lie!” I shouted, my voice shaking. “I didn’t touch her because I was jealous—I did it because she slapped me and accused me of casting a spell on you three!”

Louis’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll deal with this later. She needs a healer.” He turned to Levi and Lennox. “I’m taking her.”

He carefully carried Anita out of the room, her hand clinging to his shirt. I stood in silence until only Levi and Lennox remained. They looked at me with unreadable expressions—disappointment, worry, maybe even fear.

“Don’t make this a big deal,” I said, my voice calmer. “The healer will fix her up. The scratches won’t even be visible.”

Levi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s not the point, Olivia,” he said, moving closer. “You are not supposed to lose your temper like that. You are Luna. You need to learn how to control your temper. What do you think the pack will say if they find out you nearly destroyed Anita’s face?” He spoke softly, yet somehow I was offended.

“I don’t care! I don’t care what the pack says!”

Levi stared at me, incredulous. His jaw tightened, but he remained calm.

“You’re not just anybody anymore, Olivia,” he said slowly, as if reasoning with a wild animal. “You’re Luna. You can’t afford to lose control like that.”

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Luna? Is that what I am now?” My voice trembled—not with fear, but with rage. “Then maybe it’s time people start treating me like one.”

Lennox crossed his arms, watching me intently. His gaze wasn’t angry—it was calculating. “You nearly crushed her skull, Olivia. If we hadn’t walked in, you might’ve killed her.”

“Maybe I should have,” I snapped, locking eyes with Lennox. “If you want to blame someone, blame Anita for waking me up with a slap and calling me a slut.”

“You still went too far,” Levi said, his voice soft but firm.

“I don’t care!” I snapped, my voice rising. “I don’t care what the pack thinks of me. They already call me a thief’s daughter, don’t they? So let them think I’m a monster too! Let them fear me!”

There was a long silence. Neither of them moved. My chest still heaved, my hands trembled slightly.

“You better warn her,” I said darkly, my voice low and deadly. “Warn Anita to stay the hell out of my path.”

“Olivia…” Levi whispered, but I didn’t let him stop me.

“Because next time,” I said slowly, clearly, “you won’t be dragging her bloody body to a healer…”

I took a step closer, my eyes cold. “You’ll be picking up her corpse.”

Their eyes widened, but I didn’t flinch. I meant every word. I wasn’t the weak girl Anita could push around anymore. I was done being bullied by her. I was done being quiet. Let her come at me again… and it would be the last thing she ever did.