Leah
I stepped through the gates of Moon Growler Pack just as dawn bled gold across the horizon. The air still carried the crisp bite of night, but the servants were already awake—whispers drifting from the stables, the kitchens, the garden paths like smoke.
They didn’t notice me at first. I paused in the shadow of the stone archway and listened.
“…went viral overnight. Justin’s confession video is everywhere. Netizens tore Ella apart—her accounts crashed twice before she gave up trying to log in. She was crying on live, begging people to stop.”
Another voice, lower, amused. “She and Martha had a screaming match this morning. Ella locked herself in her room, threatened to hang herself. Drama queen.”
A third snorted. “Good. She earned it. What kind of person drugs someone, tries to ass
