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I laughed when I heard that. Wolves like me weren’t made for happy endings.
When I arrived at the Moonvale mansion that night, the old scent of the house hit me hard-cedar oil, polished oak, and faint traces of Celestine’s rose perfume.
The servant who opened the door froze for a second. “Miss Wren…” she murmured, eyes wide in surprise.
I didn’t blame her. She’d joined the pack after I’d left, and for most wolves, Moonvale had only one daughter-the radiant Celestine Ward.
I stepped inside, ignoring the way her gaze lingered on me. Wolves always stared. They couldn’t help it. I looked too much like the Alpha and Luna-same golden eyes, same dark hair streaked with amber under the light. I carried Moonvale’s bloodline in every feature.
If not for my “vicious” reputation, my beauty would’ve been the pride of the pack.
Instead, I’d become their cautionary tale.
When I entered the dining hall, Luna Evelyn was the first to stand.
“Wren,” she greeted warmly, “come, we’ve prepared your favorite-sweet-glazed ribs.”
I glanced at the table, cold amusement curling in my chest.
“You remembered wrong. Celestine’s the one who likes sweet food.”
I’ve always preferred spice-fire that bites back. When I was little, Father and my brothers would test pepper sauces with me, laughing as I coughed and demanded milk between tears.
That ended when Celestine came. She was born weak, fragile-a premature pup that needed care. From then on, every meal in Moonvale was bland for her sake.
Luna Evelyn’s smile faltered for a heartbeat, then she smoothed it out again.
“Well, there are plenty of dishes tonight. If you don’t like something, I’ll have the kitchen fix another plate.”
I sat down, my voice flat. “No need. Let’s just talk about the cottage.”
Father’s brows drew together. “You’ve barely arrived and you’re already demanding things? Can’t we eat first?”
Before I could reply, Lykos came bounding down the stairs, reeking of wolf sweat and gaming fumes. “Hey, you’re in the wrong seat.
That’s sister Celestine’s spot.”
Their dining arrangement had always been symbolic-parents on one side, three children on the other. Celestine in the middle. My old seat.
A neat little picture of a perfect pack.
“Did we start labeling chairs in this house?” I asked softly, leaning back. “What if I decide to sit here anyway?”
Celestine, as always, played the saint. “It’s fine, Lykos. Let her sit. It’s just a chair.”
Lykos glared at me, jaw tight. But the reminder of my recent injuries-news travels fast in pack circles-made him hesitate. He snorted and dropped into his own seat.
Celestine’s expression barely flickered, but I caught the flicker of annoyance in her eyes.
The mask never slips for long, though. She’s too practiced.
Fenrir, ever the peacemaker, tried to step in. “Celestine, let’s swap seats then.”
“No need,” Luna Evelyn said quickly, gesturing to a servant. “Bring Miss Celestine’s chair beside me.”
So Celestine was pulled closer to her side, surrounded by warmth and smiles.
And somehow, I was the one who looked like the intruder.
The hypocrisy was almost funny.
As Lykos gave me a smug glance, I shifted seats again, sliding down beside Fenrir.
“I prefer this spot,” I said.
Lykos scowled. “What’s your problem?”
“Just keeping my distance,” I murmured, lips curling. “Wouldn’t want to catch your stupidity.”
He shot up, growling, “Wren Vale!”
“Enough!” Luna Evelyn snapped, but her tone carried that same familiar mixture-half scolding, half indulgent amusement.
They always loved this image-siblings bickering, family laughing. Pretending things were normal.
For a moment, I almost let myself sink into it. Almost believed it.
Then Luna Evelyn looked at me, face softening. “Wren, how’s your injury? Should I call Dr. Lee to take a look after dinner?”
Father’s voice followed, calm and coaxing. “You should just move back home. It’s safer here, and we can take care of you.”
The others nodded in quiet agreement, eyes full of concern.
It was a scene I’d seen a hundred times.
The same sweetness they’d always used to dull the sting of betrayal.
A slap followed by honey.
And when the next storm came-and it always came-they’d turn again, defending their precious Celestine and blaming me.
Celestine smiled then, her gaze cutting into me like glass. “Yes, Wren. This is your home.
We’re family-no grudges between us.”
She lingered on the word your, and I understood her meaning.
That I’d long lost the right to call Moonvale mine.
I met her eyes and smiled. “Funny you should mention grudges.”
They all looked at me.
“Because I don’t recall anyone apologizing for trying to brand me a murderer.”
The air dropped ten degrees.
I kept smiling, soft and sweet. “If I hadn’t gone to the Enforcers myself, I’d still be carrying that title-‘the wolf who killed her aunt.’ Seems worth at least one apology, doesn’t it?”
No one spoke.
Even the fire crackling in the hearth seemed to quiet.
Let them squirm.
I’d played the scapegoat for too long.
And if they thought tonight’s dinner would end in forgiveness, they’d soon learn-
I wasn’t the obedient little cub they’d buried years ago.
Wren’s POV
The tension in the Moonvale Pack’s dining hall was thick enough to taste, like the metallic tang of blood just before a hunt. My family sat stiffly, each one pretending this confrontation was ordinary. But I knew better.
I’ve always been the thorn in their sides, the wolf that bristles when poked. Every argument, every clash with them, had always ended with me retreating, teeth bared, leaving them unsettled. Today, though, I wasn’t stepping back.
Celestine, ever eager to mend fences, spoke first, stepping into the fray. “Wren… I’m sorry. I speak for our family. This-this chaos tonight… it’s because I was injured. Don’t blame my parents.”
I let out a low growl of irritation. Celestine, always too innocent, too fake, too weak for my tastes. Luna Evelyn, her mother, quickly jumped in, fanning the flames of blame elsewhere. They all forgot me, as usual. I let my amber eyes sweep over the room, landing on Alpha Remus-my so-called father.
He cleared his throat, voice gruff. “This was a misunderstanding, Wren. Speak your mind-whatever you wish, I’ll provide it.”
I tilted my head, letting the corner of my mouth curl in a faint, dangerous smile. “Shares…” I dragged the word, letting it dangle like a predator’s paw over trembling prey. The faces around me shifted instantly, a ripple of unease spreading. I waited, letting the silence sharpen like claws. “Even if I asked, you wouldn’t give them.”
I knew the truth. Every Moonvale Pack’s heir received five percent of the Pack’s wealth when they came of age. My portion had long been promised to Celestine, a debt they claimed I owed. Five percent-worthless against the life her mother had saved.
Remus’ eyes darkened, betraying a flicker of unease at my disdain. I pressed my advantage.
“And if you’re feeling guilty,” I said, voice low and deliberate, “then transfer my grandmother’s house to me.”
The house wasn’t grand, not by Alpha standards, but it was mine by blood and memory. Its value lay in the past-the memories of a woman who had never demanded I defer to Celestine.
Remus avoided my eyes. “We’ll discuss this after your coronation,” he said, the faintest tremor in his voice betraying him.
I laughed softly, venom beneath the sound. “There will be no coronation. Tristan Blackwood and I are done. You told me I could ask for anything… yet not one of my requests will be met. Is this how you apologize?”
His anger flared. He slammed his massive wolf-like fists on the table. The room shook with the impact, hot steam of the food swirling like mist around us. “Your temper, Wren! Coronations are not trivial! I will not allow it to be canceled. No house, no negotiation!”
I let my claws extend beneath the table, invisible to them, trembling with restrained fury. “The house is mine by right. You have no claim!”
“Because I am your father!” Remus bellowed, eyes blazing. “And it sits with your mother,
Luna Evelyn! Do you know how intertwined the Blackwoods and Moonvales are? Canceling this betrothal has consequences!”
I bared my teeth, letting a growl vibrate from my chest. “And what does any of that have to do with me? I’ve never benefited from Moonvale business.”
Remus, cornered by my calm fury, stammered, “Then let your sister mate. Transfer the house to her. She is, after all, your grandmother’s granddaughter.”
