Tiara’s POV
A loud, sharp banging yanked me out of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked, trying to understand where I was. The blankets around me were warm, softer than anything I had ever slept on in years. For a moment, I allowed myself to relax—until the banging came again.
"Tiara!"
The voice was unmistakable. Luna Victoria.
I jolted up, heart pounding as I scrambled off the bed. I rushed to the door, pulling it open. My stepmother stood before me, arms crossed, her eyes full of disapproval.
"Have you forgotten your duties? Why on earth would you be in bed until this time?" she snapped.
My stomach sank. Reality was here again to haunt me.
"Do you think that because you now live in the main pack house, you can sleep until the sun is high?" Her voice dripped with irritation
