The grand hall of the Celestial Troupe Conservatory buzzed with nervous energy under crystal chandeliers that mimicked floating moonlight orbs. Bella stood backstage in her flowing lunar silk attire, the fabric whispering against her skin like a second chance.
This audition was her gateway—proof she could survive beyond Blackwood. Her brother’s transfer papers were nearly finalized through Ethan’s quiet influence, and the signed divorce was public knowledge. Freedom was so close she could almost taste it.
But as she stepped onto the polished obsidian stage for her solo performance, a ripple of whispers spread through the gathered dancers, instructors, and influential pack representatives.
“Look, it’s the disgraced Blackwood Luna.”
“Divorced already? Pathetic.”
Bella ignored the murmu
