Chapter 13
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She informed me that Thornfield Pack had hosted a grand banquet the previous night.
They'd invited every eligible werewolf heiress in London.
Luna Morgana had never hidden her disdain for me. These past two years, she'd openly made my life hell.
But this time felt different.
This time, Alaric had attended.
And I hadn't even known he was back in London.
Vivienne was practically glowing with triumph.
"Last night Morgana was absolutely lovely to me, kept pulling me aside for private conversations."
Around her neck hung a brooch.
A sapphire carved into a wolf's head.
I recognized it immediately.
It was displayed in Thornfield Manor's gallery—an heirloom from the first Luna, passed down through generations.
Six months ago, Alaric had taken me to that gallery. "Which piece speaks to you most?" he'd asked.
I'd pointed to that very brooch.
Now Vivienne stroked it lovingly. "Alaric gave this to me last night. Said it symbolizes Thornfield Pack's future Luna."
I stared at the brooch, my mind oddly blank.
Vivienne frowned at my silence. "Admiring it? Want me to give it to you?"
She made a show of reaching for the clasp.
I stepped back. "No need."
"After all, you saved him."
Vivienne thought I was being sarcastic, her face flushing with anger.
But I was simply stating a fact.
Alaric believed I saved him. He protected me at school for two years. Those werewolf bullies gave me a wide berth after that.
So you see—when Alaric chooses someone, he can elevate them to the stars.
One family heirloom is just the beginning.
