Alice’s Pov
I sat next to Astor’s mother, Luna Ovelia because seat being warmed up by somebody else. My hand rested protectively over my slightly swollen belly, a silent testament to the little life growing inside me – Astor’s life. His heir. I had imagined this night so many times and my dream was slowly coming true.
But then, my eyes landed on him, and a cold dread began to spread through me, chilling me even through the warmth of the roaring fireplace. Astor was seated a few seats away from me but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at her. Faith. His supposed Luna.
For three long years, Astor had treated Faith like a ghost. He barely spoke to her, rarely touched her, and often left her to navigate pack life on her own. It had been perfect. It had given me hope, fueled my belief
