Ella
The restaurant was packed with the elite of Ashclaw. Every table was filled with pack members in their finest clothes, all pretending not to stare at us even though I knew they were all glancing at us out of the corners of their eyes. I could practically feel their eyes burning holes into my neck as we made our way to our table.
Alexander pulled out my chair with a flourish, leaning close to whisper in my ear, “Smile. Everyone’s watching.”
I plastered on my best Luna smile, the one I’d perfected over five years of pretending. Lately, it felt like even more of a mask that was too tight, stretching and cracking across the scowl I was wearing underneath.
As we settled into our seats, I couldn’t help but compare this charade to our chess games in the hospital. Those moment
