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.

or I or anyone else could say another word, Nathan

of our gazes up

the first round of

noticed as I looked around that the room did feel

15, yet

begin preparations for the next challenge you will face. This time you will each be playing hostess to

garden party

what that would entail, but I didn’t participate in any

however, seemed like they would burst in excitement. They eagerly whispered

on their faces

throat to

and a selection of hors d’oeuvres. You will be judged on your outfit and hosting abilities, as well

a bit about food and how to plate

impromptu lessons.

far away from the others. She really did

challenge. I had to, for Elva’s sake, and for that of my wolf. I didn’t want to

as I could.