(Audrey's POV)
I walked away from Arthur, my emotions a tangled mess I wasn't ready to sort through. The old werewolf saying echoed in my mind: "A mate's belated affection is more bitter than wolfsbane."
How true that was. Now that I was finally preparing to move on, Arthur suddenly seemed desperate to hold onto what we had. Or what he thought we had.
My wolf stirred restlessly inside me. Though I maintained a cool exterior, I couldn't deny the unease that followed me like a shadow as I made my way through the hotel's ornate lobby.
"Luna Moonstone?"
I turned at the formal address, finding myself face to face with Mrs. Shadowcrest. Emma's mother stood elegantly poised in an expensive silver gown that complemented her gracefully aging features.
Despite all my issues with Emma, I felt an odd pull toward her parents. Something about Mrs. Shadowcrest triggered a longing I rarely allowed myself to acknowledge.
"I'm not Luna Moonstone," I corrected gently. "Just Audrey will do."
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