Ava, the beaten and forgotten girl he had discarded like trash, was standing before Leon looking like royalty.
She was draped in the finest breathtaking emerald-green gown that shimmered with every movement.
Her hair cascaded down in luxurious waves, framing her striking features.
And her eyes?
Oh, they dared him to speak.
Leon was speechless.
And then, of course, things got even better.
Luna Selene, Leon's wife, stepped out right on time. Just in time to witness the moment of reckoning.
Lucas tightened his grip around Ava's waist, pulling her close subtly claiming her.
And then, in the most dramatic, theatrical, petty as hell way possible, he announced it to the world.
"Ava is here as my Luna-to-be," Lucas declared, his voice ringing with authority. "And I hope she is given the respect deserving of her status."
Silence.
Pure. Stunned. Silence.
And then gasps.
Literal, audible gasps from the gathered pack members.
