“Ruin my wedding?” she sneered, her eyes narrowing with disdain. “Who do you think you are? What makes you think you have that kind of power? Do you think this is only about the wedding? This is about you, trying to ruin everything I’ve worked for, everything I deserve and now, everyone will see you for what you are".
My heart sank. I had just succeeded in provoking her more. I glanced towards the pack elders. They were closer now but were still struggling to push through the crowd because everyone was trying to see first so, they weren’t allowing them to pass through easily. I had to buy more time until then.
“Fine!” I tried again “If not for me but for my father. He will not be happy if he walks in here and sees me being treated like this. Please, for his sake, let me go and I promise I’ll not hold this against you".
“Your wretched bitch!” Ember matched to me and slapped me hard across my face “I see I have been too lenient with you right. That’s why you think you can still talk. Don’t worry, I know just the perfect thing to shut you up".
She turned and signaled to a security guard to come upstage as she produced a familiar-looking vial from her pocket again.
I froze when I saw it was another Wolfsbane. When will this nightmare end?
When the security guard came close to me, Ember indicated to him that he should hold me to the ground. I struggled weakly against him but he succeeded and pinned me to the ground with force.
I felt the dirt scraped against my skin. My body trembled with a mixture of fear and frustration. Ember’s laughter; sharp and cruel, filled the air. I could feel the heat of the pack’s eyes on me, their judgmental gazes making my cheeks burn with humiliation. I struggled to free myself, but the security guard’s grip pressed me deeper into the cold earth.
Ember loomed over me, holding another small vial of Wolfsbane in her hand. My eyes widened in panic as the liquid gleamed under the midday sun. The scent alone stung my nose, the acrid fumes were already making my eyes water. If she pours that thing on me. I was done for.
“Are you going to finally tell us who you are? Are you ready to confess now?” she sneered.
“Ember, please,” I cried out, feeling my salty tears sip into my mouth. “You’ve got it all wrong. I swear. Fine, go through my phone and my messages with him. It’ll convince you that I’m truly his daughter. Please".