Theodore’s POV
I sit at the breakfast table and look out at the rose garden. Tiffany is talking but I don’t hear her. Something is not sitting right inside of me and I can’t find what it is exactly.
“Theodore, are you listening to me?” Tiffany’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
“Sorry. I’m a distracted with pack issues. What were you saying?”
“I was reminding you about that time at the engagement dinner, when Ivy said that I should not sit at the head of the table because, though I’m the heiress, I would not be the Luna. She’s always been so jealous of me.”
Jonathan chips in. “It was embarrassing. I hate seeing such weakness. No Luna should be jealous of another.”
I look at both of them, listen to their jabs at Ivy.
“I’ve always known she was insane. The evidence was always ther
