Ariella’s sweet scent and charm won over not only our father but even my own mother, Zelda Hughes.
Years of my hard work paled in comparison to a single comforting gesture from Ariella.
Mother, the Luna of the Silver Fang Pack, prided herself on fairness and impartiality, managing the pack’s affairs with precision. She cared deeply about her reputation, always fearing that other packs might criticize her leadership.
To maintain this image, she never treated anyone in the pack unfairly—except perhaps me.
In terms of privileges and resources, my siblings always had more than I did.
When Ariella fell ill, the entire pack rallied around her, fussing over her like she was the center of the world. Meanwhile, I was left to fend for myself, seeking out a healer in silence.
