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No one cared about the Alpha’s daughter covered in dirt and blood.
“Why would you hit your sister?” Alpha Remus’s voice roared again, shaking the chandelier.
I lifted my chin, tasting iron. “Then why did you hit me?”
He froze for a fraction of a second.
I smiled without warmth. “You taught me that, didn’t you? Strike first. Then talk about justice later.”
His face reddened with fury. “You dare compare yourself to me? You bought rogues to attack your own blood! Do you even realize what you’ve done?!”
“Bought rogues?” I echoed, my voice colder than moonlight. “Then where’s the proof?”
“The rogue confessed!” he barked. “He said you paid him to crash Celestine’s car. If it weren’t for her mercy, you’d already be locked in the Enforcer’s cell!”
I laughed under my breath. “So all you have is a liar’s word.”
Celestine’s lips trembled. “Wren, I don’t know why you hate me so much. If you want me gone, I’ll leave Moonvale. I’ll leave the Eastern Territories forever. Just… stop hurting everyone because of me.”
Her voice shook, fragile and pure. Her wolf lowered its head, radiating submission and heartbreak.
Perfect. She knew exactly how to play them.
Alpha Remus’s growl deepened. “Enough! Celestine stays. She has every right to this house. If you can’t accept that, you can leave.”
The words hit harder than any slap.
And the worst part?
He was right.
Celestine’s mother had died protecting me. It was the sin no one let me forget-the reason I’d spent my life paying penance to a girl who’d learned to weaponize forgiveness.
I couldn’t argue it. I didn’t even try.
Lykos shoved a first-aid box into Fenrir’s hands, muttering, “If anyone’s leaving, it should be her. Having a sister like this is a disgrace.”
Fenrir scowled. “Wren, apologize to your sister.”
I met his gaze, my voice steady. “It wasn’t me. I won’t take the blame.”
Father raised his hand again-but I was faster this time. I dodged easily, wolf instincts flaring.
I turned toward Luna Evelyn and Tristan Blackwood-the man who was supposed to stand beside me. The man who used to. “You believe them too?”
Neither spoke. Their silence was louder than any verdict.
Fine.
I pulled out my comm crystal and dialed the Enforcer line. “If I’m accused of a crime,” I said clearly, my voice ringing through the room, “then let the law decide. Not my pack.”
Gasps.
“You dare-!” Father’s voice shook.
But I’d already pressed send.
Celestine’s mask cracked for a flicker of a second. I saw panic there, raw and ugly, before she hid it again.
“Wren,” Luna Evelyn said sharply, “Pack business is not for outsiders. Celestine was ready to forgive you, and you throw it away. You disappoint us again.”
“Then disappointment is mutual,” I said quietly.
Fenrir’s jaw clenched. “If you’re found guilty, don’t expect the Moonvale Pack to protect you.”
Of course not.
They all looked at me like I was feral-an embarrassment, a stain on the Moonvale name. I could almost hear their thoughts: Let the Enforcers break her spirit. Maybe then she’ll learn obedience.
Tristan stepped forward, his scent-smoke and cedar-washing over me. His voice was low, pleading. “Wren, if this is about me and Celestine-there’s nothing between us. Please, don’t ruin your future over pride. Just apologize. Once. That’s all it takes.”
My laugh came out hollow. “Apologize? For what? For fighting back? For not dying when she sent rogues after me?”
Lykos glared. “Watch your mouth.”
“I am,” I said softly, meeting Tristan’s eyes. “I’m just done watching my back.”
The air thickened. Wolves stirred. The pack bond buzzed with tension.
Finally, I straightened, blood still crusted along my jaw. “Those slaps were fair,” I said. “One for Father’s hand, and one for the snake who thinks the Moonvale Pack belongs to her.”
Silence.
Luna Evelyn’s voice broke it, cold and final. “You’ve lost your mind, Wren. Truly lost it.”
“Maybe,” I said, smiling faintly. “But at least I didn’t lose my teeth.”
The Enforcers arrived minutes later.
And just like that, for the second night in a row, I walked into their custody-head high, unrepentant-while my family watched from the doorway, pretending it was justice.
Wren’s POV
Daylight spilled through the tall windows of the Moonvale Enforcement Hall, harsh and cold as judgment.
Different guards were on shift now-wolves I didn’t recognize.
When they heard that the one who called the Enforcers was also the prime suspect, they froze for a moment, brows furrowed, scent laced with disbelief.
Usually, a wolf who dared to walk into the Enforcement Hall of their own accord, asking to prove their innocence, was either a fool… or truly clean.
They took one look at me-at the bloodstains still faint on my sleeve, at my calm face-and their instincts tilted toward the latter.
But the victim’s companions were loud, dramatic, swearing on the Moon Goddess herself. So the officers did what they had to-protocol over instinct.
Then came the part that made the air shift:
The “victim” and I belonged to the same Pack.
Celestine Ward-the Moonvale’s precious adopted daughter, always bathed in Luna Evelyn’s affection.
And me-the real daughter, standing alone on the other side of the room, demanding an investigation.
The female Enforcer doing the record blinked at the family tree for a long minute before muttering, “Moon help me,” under her breath.
I didn’t blame her.
Even from the outside, this was the kind of twisted Pack drama wolves gossip about for years.
Just a few hours ago, Alpha Remus had slapped me bloody in front of everyone. Fenrir glared like I’d killed his mate. Lykos practically growled my name like it was a curse.
And Tristan, my supposed fiancé-had held
Celestine as she coughed softly, pale and delicate, like the perfect Luna-in-training.
Watching him hover, the Enforcer’s eyes darkened with disgust.
Her scent turned sharp with judgment.
“You expect me to believe that girl tried to kill this one? Sure.”
If wolves could roll their eyes out loud, she just had.
The way Tristan brushed Celestine’s hair back, how her trembling fingers clung to his sleeve-it was obscene. The kind of thing that made every instinct in me want to bare my fangs.
But I didn’t.
I just sat there, calm as ice, answering questions, voice steady.
The Enforcer-young, sharp, and probably the only one here with a working brain-watched me for a while, then quietly placed a cup of hot tea in front of me.
And a small bar of chocolate.
I almost smiled. She must’ve noticed how the Moonvale servants didn’t even bring me breakfast. Their loyalty began and ended with whoever the Luna favored.
The case itself wasn’t complicated.
The driver confessed.
He was hired-but not by me.
The name that came out stunned everyone.
Aine Rook.
A dancer from the Bluemoon Pack. Celestine’s rival in their shared troupe.
She admitted everything-said she only meant to injure Celestine lightly, ruin her chance to perform as lead. But she’d used the ongoing family feud as a cover. She’d heard rumors of me “hating my sister,” and decided to frame me, knowing my family would swallow it whole.
