Ember's POV The pack clearing was alive and bubbling with energy. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the crowd that had gathered to welcome the return of a name, long lost in the pack's legacy, me. Ember Wraith, daughter of the runaway Luna. It was a mystery traced down to bloodlines. I stood at the centre of the clearing, draped in a midnight silk that kissed every inch of my body like a second skin. It was too revealing for my comfort but then again, it belonged to my mother, I had to wear it because tonight, my appearance mattered. “Smile, Ember” my bestie, Cassia, whispered into my ears. “Gossips are spreading, let's give them a good one to think of” I pursed my lips, forcing myself to smile but it was almost difficult with so many prying eyes fixed on me. They arrived one by one, each more refined than the last. They raised their eyebrows and nodded politely, all pretending not to notice the lingering scent of Zane on me. The soreness
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