~Luna~
Fuck this. f**k them. f**k everything.
I shoved through the restaurant doors, the cool air hitting my face like a slap—ha, ironic, right? Because that’s exactly what Dad just did. Slapped me. His own daughter. The man who used to carry me on his shoulders during full moons, whispering stories about packs and alphas like they were fairy tales. Now? He’s just another controlling asshole who can’t handle me growing up.
“Luna! Get back here! I’m talking to you!” Dad’s voice boomed from inside, all growly and wolfish, like he was one second from shifting right there in the room. I could picture it: tables flipping, waiters screaming, Mum crying her perfect little tears. Part of me wanted to turn around just to see the chaos, but nah. Screw that. I kept walking. My braid swung against
