“I swear on the goddess!” I winced as the pain spread through every part of my body. “Why would I lie about that? I’m his daughter. I've been away from the pack, running an externship program abroad. I just came back for my graduation ceremony Why can’t you accept that? We’ve never even met before today!”
“No daughter would be so intimate with her father,” she spat “And what’s that about you being in his heart forever. Does that sound like something a daughter will tell her father. Are you trying to play on my intelligence right now?” she shook me harder. “Tell me bitch, you’re having an affair with him, right?”
“What? No!” I yelled. “He’s, my dad!”
“You’re a liar,” Ember repeated. “I’ve seen women like you before. Gold diggers, opportunists, always lurking, waiting to pounce".
Frustration surged within me. “What on earth are you talking about? I’ve been part of this pack my entire life! Everyone knows who I am. And I’m close to my dad because he raised me alone after my mother died. Please, just ask him".
“Everyone except me, it seems!” she scoffed. “And I am the Luna – the irony of it all. Besides, Rudolf told me his daughter isn’t exactly a picture freak or even the social media type".
“But today is my graduation,” I insisted “Isn’t it normal for me at least one picture which is what I did?”
“Oh, shut up!” Emer roared and turned to the crowd. “Behold your Alpha’s supposed daughter. Nothing more than a conniving little wolf, trying to steal my title,” with the flick of her wrist, she signalled the enforcers “Teach this imposter a lesson she won’t forget in a hurry. Show her what happens to those who dare to challenge the Luna. Destroy everything".
My heart stopped. “What? No!” You can’t do that!”
But Ember wasn’t listening to me. My eyes widened in horror as her minions pushed past me and descended upon my personal belongings. They tore into my suitcases, ripping my designer dresses and scattering books all over the room. They smashed and tore to shred all of my ceremonial gifts – tokens from friends and family to make my graduation.
I tried to intervene “No! Please stop,” I cried, breaking free from the enforcers that held me and lunged forward to stop the person holding a picture portrait of my mother only to be restrained by the enforcers. “That’s my mother’s picture… please… it’s the only thing I have of her".