Without Love, Farewell Means Nothing
I accidentally wore the jewelry belonging to the former Luna of the pack on my birthday.
My ten-year-old stepson, Soren Lambert, doesn't hesitate to push me down the stairs because of that.
He looks just like his father, Michael Lambert, as he looks at me in a high and mighty manner. My face is completely twisted in pain at that time. But Soren's expression remains icy.
"You really think you'll become the pack's Luna just because you put on my mom's jewelry? Once I inherit the Alpha position, the first thing I'll do is exile you from the pack!"
Pain continues to swallow me whole. My heart breaks into countless pieces at the same time.
After all, I've personally raised Soren since he was a pup.
But when faced with Soren's hurtful accusations, I don't even feel a trace of sadness or anger. Instead, a wave of calmness washes over me.
"You don't have to wait till you're all grown up. I'll grant your wish tomorrow."