Lyra
My eyes snapped to her immediately—the moment I stepped in—her mouth already wide open, spewing curses and shame like we were sinners who had crawled straight out of hell.
As if people like us were born only to rot and die.
“I don’t even know what kind of curse made my good son turn his back on his own family—all for a b***h!” she shrieked.
Her glare swung toward Mira, who instantly shrank beside me. Her fingers tightened painfully around my arm, head bowed so low she looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor from embarrassment.
Then the woman’s gaze slid to me—filled with disgust, condemnation, and mockery.
“And you,” she spat, fanning herself dramatically as she sneered, “I can’t understand how the Alpha of Moonfang decided to take in a slut and a murder
