The Luna Choosing Game

Olivia’s words struck through me like a fatal blow. I didn’t deserve to be here. I knew that. Everyone

knew that.

they were nobility, all prim

But it wasn’t because I had loose morals or a child. It was simply because and proper, and I was a shadow of my former self. A wolf–less waitress, just trying to get by.

I had no right to waste the princes‘ time.

They didn’t know that I wasn’t here for romance. I had no intention of marrying any prince. I just wanted

medical care for Elva, and to find my wolf.

I couldn’t tell them that, though, so I kept it all bundled up inside of me, buried down into the deepest

part of myself.

Let them think whatever they wanted. They would anyway, no matter what I said.

Olivia sneered, smug like she’d won a victory here.

before she or I or anyone else could say another word, Nathan

our gazes up to the lifted platform.

on surviving the first round

did feel more spacious. Even the girls who had mocked me had been

from 25 to 15, yet

will begin preparations for the next challenge you

garden party

think what that would entail, but I didn’t participate in any garden parties at the

burst in

smiles on

cleared his throat to silence them.

each be given your own table to serve a drink and a selection of hors d’oeuvres. You will be judged on your outfit and hosting abilities, as well as the presentation and taste of the food.”

I could do. With my restaurant experience, I knew a bit about food and how to plate

impromptu lessons.

around for Charlotte, and saw her standing in the back of the room, far away from the others. She really did seem to hate crowds. This whole competition must have

felt confident that I could succeed in this challenge. I had to, for Elva’s sake, and for that of my wolf.

as long as