Chloe's hand shot up to cover the necklace at her throat. Her face was bone-white. Beneath the weight of my pressure, she was visibly shaking.
"You're lying!"
She shrieked, trying to drown her own terror in volume.
"This is a love-token from Dominic! It's the symbol of every Luna of the Silvermoon Pack! What right do you, a cast-off Rogue, have to call it yours?"
The guests around us began to whisper. Eyes flicked back and forth between us.
Dominic finally surfaced from his shock. He looked at me,and his face was a tangled wreck of feeling. Astonishment. Regret. But more than either of those, the simple, scalding rage of an Alpha humiliated in public.
"Seraphina."
He dropped his voice, fighting to hold the tatters of his dignity together.
"This is hardly the place. Don't make a sce
