ANASTASIA

"A toast to Crescent pack's future Luna, Anastasia!" Casey cheered, lifting her glass into the air.

Linda and the maids cheered out loud, while I just gave out a light smile, raising my glass a little.

It's ten in the night, and my stepmother and step sister organized a Bachelorette party, to celebrate my mating ceremony in advance.

A celebration father refused Linda to host, about five to seven times today, fearing that my so-called mother will harm me.

He didn't make this fear ...