When I look back, one memory stands out more than any: Lilith’s birthday, the day I queued at 4 AM for cake.
Because of my family’s frantic promise to secure a cake for Lilith, I stood in line before dawn. Against all odds, I walked away with two Black Forest cakes. But when Lilith saw them… she exploded. “I never ordered two! You must have gotten them elsewhere!” Before I could protest, she smashed both cakes—on purpose.
This was the same Snow Moon Pack that bragged about its heritage and subtlety. Yet here they were, all eyeing Lilith’s moods and tousling my cakes as collateral. Even if I’d demolished the entire cake shop, they’d side with her.
What didn’t they know? It was my birthday that day too. I just wanted a slice of celebration—one moment of sweetness. But they’d erased me. De
