*Emily*

I stand with my hand on my hip as I look at the people in front of me. They all stare at me as though I am a ghost. I can see the blood drain from the Breeder's face as her eyes fixate on me.

The sight of Alpha Tristan and the Breeder should be making me want to puke or tear her throat out, but I am more interested in the female standing at the end of the hallway. Was the bitch wearing my bum shorts?

Luna Barbara.

I should have known my cousin sent me away ...