A Silhouette of Love
I arranged a lavish dinner cruise in Alpha Lucien Grimfang's honor. However, I mistakenly wore the ceremonial gown that had once belonged to his late Luna, Sylvia Wilder.
In front of all the guests, his ten-year-old son, Rhett Grimfang, suddenly rammed me into the champagne tower.
The shattered crystal glasses left deep cuts across my skin.
"Don't think that you can replace my mother just because you're wearing her sacred gown! You're nothing but a dog—obedient and always at my father's beck and call! Don't you dare dream of claiming a Luna's honor!"
His cold, scornful expression mirrored Lucien's perfectly.
"I can make you leave anytime I want!"
I forced myself to look up at the pup I had raised. "Don't trouble yourself. Tomorrow, I'll submit my resignation to the Elder Council and leave for good."