Brooklyn.
My fake plan to kill myself didn't work. I thought that when the alpha heard about my attempted suicide, he would feel guilty and allow me into his life, but it didn't happen like that. After sweet-talking Prince Leon, he told me that Atti, Apphia, or whatever her stupid name is, is from the Ivory Moon pack. I have a friend in that pack, Calla.
I decide to give her a call to ask. After the second ring, she answers.
" Hi, Brook, long time. How are you?"
" Not good, girl,"
" Hmm, what is it?"
" Some unworthy b***h from your pack stole my boyfriend, and I've been pissed," I tell her. She gasps; I can picture the satisfied smirk on her face. Fake ass b***h.
" Who?" she asks.
" A riff-raff called Atti or Apphia. White-haired girl, do you know her?" I ask. Calla goes si
