Skye’s P.O.V.
I had clutched the hem of my A-line full-length maxi-dress so tightly that I dug my nails into my palms through the fabric.
“Keep your head high, Luna. You don’t owe anyone anything here.” Thomas whispered to me while walking beside me.
Easy for him to say, and hard for me to implement.
I was trying hard to keep my steps steady, but with so many gazes on me while walking towards the dining hall. Thomas came to me fifteen minutes ago and told me that Arthur wants me to join him for breakfast in the dining hall.
I didn’t know what exactly Arthur wanted to do, but this is making me crazy.
Did Arthur not know that I never had a meal with anyone, not here, not in my own pack?
We all knew the fate of his previous four fiancées.
And even if he didn’t let me know the truth be
