"Isolde, what do you want to say?" asked Alpha Draven, her father, impatiently.
Isolde held back the tightness in her chest. Her sobs grew louder, making her face look so fragile.
Her eyes were puffy, her lips trembled, and she tried to say something, even though it was broken.
"...Father - Alpha Zion - he has chosen - another woman - to be - his Luna."
The banquet hall suddenly became noisy again with whispers. The sound of chairs shifting, bated breath, and even surprised exclamations from some guests could be heard.
Alpha Draven's eyes widened. His body tensed, as if he had just been struck by lightning in the middle of the room. His gaze was sharp, full of anger, yet half in disbelief.
However, in his heart, he couldn't imagine his daughter lying to him.
"Impossible..." he sai
