I turn at the sound of my name and freeze.
A small knot of women is standing a few feet away, clutching champagne flutes and designer clutches. I know them instantly. Landon’s pack. The same women who used to laugh behind their manicured hands about the wolfless nanny who would never be Luna, never be anything.
“Wow,” one of them says loudly, like she’s speaking to the entire room instead of just to me. “It’s been so long, Sienna. Ever since you got kicked out of the pack, we hardly see you anymore.”
Kicked out.
The words scrape down my spine, but I keep my face neutral.
Another one presses a hand to her chest in fake concern. “You must have had such a hard time. Being wolf-less in our world… how are you even getting by? Did you go back to nanny work?” Her eyes flick over my dress as
