Sofia stood outside the pack hall, confusion twisting in her chest. Everyone had left without her. There was no way she would lower herself to take a taxi back to the mansion.
I am the Luna, she seethed. I deserve to be treated with honor, not abandoned like a commoner.
She glanced around. The hall was deserted except for a few guards. There was no other way home unless she called for help. Ethan tugged at her dress, his little face flushed with exhaustion.
“Mommy, I’m tired… I want to sleep,” he whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes.
Frustration pricked her temples. She scooped him up, stroking his hair until his eyelids fluttered closed. Only then did she pull out her phone and dial Dante’s number. He answered on the first ring.
“Dante, pick me up at the pack hall,” she muttered.
