THE PROXY LUNA
While other girls learned to pour tea in the she-wolf academy, she was in the dirt with her father, learning to throw punches and swing blades in regular werewolf academy.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She just stared at her plate, face turning red.
Maeve rolled her eyes. "Nothing? Really?"
Liam tried to help. "What about your family? Your father's pack was quite wealthy, wasn't it?"
Olivia stayed quiet, throat lined with sandpaper.
"This is unbelievable," Maeve huffed, dropping her fork with a loud clatter. "How can we have a dumb Luna? Vulcan, she's practically a statue. She needs proper training."