In the palace, there was one particular familiar face, her eyes roaming from one end to another and her ears perked up, listening to everything she could about the Luna.
Hearing how Kael adored her, and how she was so smart that she took care of diplomatic problems like she was planting flowers in a garden, she gnashed her teeth.
Her grip on the flute of champagne she had over her lips tightened.
'That's supposed to be my place.' she thought, gnashing her teeth and clenching her jaws in bitter jealousy.
This person was none other than Dawn.
'Lilah, you bitch, how dare you crawl above me. You belong to the ground.' she felt like stomping her feet because she felt so frustrated.
If only Lilah hadn't been the one to be chosen by the Lycan king, if only she didn't exist, she would be the beloved of the Lycan king right now.
Her name was the only name she would be hearing from the lips of these novels and dignified people.
