It was two weeks before Tamar and Lance’s wedding. There was a subdued buzz in the palace. Luna Lucinda had refused to be part of the planning. After arguing with Lance and Rockie about the upcoming nuptials, she decided she would not be hiding in her room anymore. She had worked too hard to make Cyrectigen what it is and she would not allow murderers to take over The Pack. Lance and Tamar would have to get through her before they take over the throne.
‘The throne’ she scoffs as she applies makeup on her face to mask the puffiness of her face. She would frustrate their rise to the throne for as long as she could; she wouldn’t let them have it because they killed her son for it.
“Lance and Tamar don’t deserve the throne,” she mutters.
They would get to know her true character. She didn’
