I felt the metal dig into my scalp, again. I tried pulling a flower out, again. Wendy slapped my hand away, again.

I finally turned on her, stopping us on our way to the ballroom. This was the third time!

“It hurts! I want you to take it out!”

“I’m not taking out the headpiece. Every Luna of Nox has worn that headpiece, and you have to keep up the tradition!”

“It’s just a dinner party.”

“Among esteemed members of the Inner pack,” ...