Alpha Benedict’s eyes landed on Luna Ava’s outfit, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he demanded, his voice laced with shock and anger.
Ava’s face turned beet red as she scrambled to cover herself, clutching at the sheer fabric that did little to conceal her form. She looked around in desperation, her eyes darting between the gathered pack members.
“I…I volunteered to call them for dinner,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lilet scoffed, arms crossed over her chest. “In that attire?” she said, arching a brow.
Panic flickered across Ava’s face. “Bella wants to kill me!” she blurted out. “If you hadn’t come in time, she would’ve ripped my throat out! How can she do this to her own aunt?”
A tense silence fell over the room, thick with dis
