The Wolfless Luna
As she approached the Wilson estate, hushed whispers surrounded her.
“Oh, here she comes,” Edgar, one of the maids, muttered.
“The prostitute is back home,” the cook hissed.
Seraphina clenched her fists, but she said nothing.
She pushed open the grand doors, stepping into the living room. The moment she entered, icy glares greeted her.
“You bitch!”
The slap came so fast that she barely saw it.
A sharp sting bloomed across her cheek as she stumbled back.
Grandma Thalia, the Luna of the Violet Moon Pack, stood before her, seething. “How dare you betray your Alpha?” she spat.