[Rudy]
[At the studio earlier]
Apple races past me, her mascara running down her cheeks. Her tears are silent, but I can feel her embarrassment, shame, and anger as if they were my own.
“Luna Apple, are you...”
She doesn’t turn. She doesn’t respond to me or anyone else as she passes by, her mind elsewhere.
Looking back over my shoulder, I see no sign of my alpha. Her words were loud and clear enough for all of us wolves nearby to hear.
“Do not follow me!” she had commanded.
She is our queen, our Luna. We obey.
Even the Alpha, it seems, cannot bring himself to cross her. Not when she’s like this.
“Damn it, Sir,” I swear under my breath. I’ve known Sylvester my whole life, and I’ve never seen him as happy as I have when he is with her. I hope he hasn’t ruined it for all of us
