Lina's POV
In the eyes of the world, I ,Lina Ward—no parents, no pack, no support system.
Talented, yes. Beautiful, perhaps. But every ounce of confidence I possessed supposedly came from *him*. From Adrian Storm. From the title "Luna Storm."
What they didn't know was that I simply chose not to play my cards.
If I did...
I would never again be mistaken for some delicate, clinging vine.
I smiled at Freya, letting the expression settle cold and sharp.
"Yes. Me." My voice was steady, almost conversational. "Andrew Reese has some history with your father, doesn't he? But not much. Certainly not enough for you to convince him to come out of retirement."
I leaned forward slightly, watching her face pale.
"But I can. And I can also make him destroy everything your fat
