She Stole My Name but Not My Power
It's as if Natalia is the mother, as if she's the Luna of our pack, as if they're the perfect family.
I can only stand there in the audience, feeling the weight of countless startled stares, too ashamed to lift my head.
Later, Nicholas brushes the incident off. "You were seated farther back. It was easier to bring Natalia up on stage," he explains.
Easier? I swallow the humiliation and force myself to believe it was just an unfortunate coincidence—until today, that is.
I sense through our blood bond that something's wrong with Patrick, so I drop everything and race to the pack hospital.