The rejected lunas stolen pups

THE NOTE

"Good evening, Mr Harris, I'm here to see Sophia." Ayla Thompson began with an excited smile plastered on her face.

Silas Harris stared down at the petite young lady with a look laced with disapproval, his eyes scanning her worn out  sneakers, untamed hair, and stained dress. A scowl creased his forehead, "Sophia is busy. But I'll...consider passing on your message." He replied, his voice was low and measured, with a hint of disdain.

Ayla's smile faltered, her eyes clouding with confusion."But Mr Harris, Sophia said she'd hang out..." She began to protest, but Silas interrupted, his voice stern.

"Unlike you, child! Sophia now has serious responsibilities, rather than playing with a wolfless omega－or the Moon Goddess knows whatever you are!"

Silas had never approved of Ayla and his niece's relationship, but he had never voiced his disapproval so openly until now.

Ayla's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. "Mr Harris, did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ignoring her, he continued. "From now on, you're not permitted to see Sophia. You're not permitted to come here either. Do you understand?"

Ayla's confusion deepened as her mind went to every possible thing she had done to warrant his action. And as did, her anger began to simmer. She remembered Sophia's promise - a birthday makeover, a special treat just for her 18th birthday. But now, it seemed like a sick joke.

"Do you understand me, girl?!" Silas demanded, his voice rising.

"Yes sir." She nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. She turned to walk away, her eyes welling up with tears. As she reached the lawn, she glanced back at the house, her eyes drawn to Sophia's window. For a moment, their eyes met, and Ayla saw a hint of sadness in her gaze. But then, Sophia's eyes dropped, then she closed the curtain, shutting out her gaze.

Ayla wiped the tears forming at the corner of her eyes as she walked away from the only home she had ever known. Feeling abandoned and alone, she stormed off to the old cabin in the woods, where her and Sophia used to play. It was their secret hideout, here she and Sophia had shared countless memories. As she burst through the door, her eyes landed on the table she had excitedly set for their makeover session, the colorful makeup and beauty accessories she had spend her last money on now a bitter reminder of Sophia's broken promise.

In a fit of rage, she let out a scream and threw everything off the table, then she carried the table with an unfamiliar strength and sent it flying across the room.She kicked the chairs till each of them got broken.

Why was she so angry? She thought, but she couldn't stop. "It was one betrayal, just one. She probably has her reasons." Ayla told herself, but the emotions building up inside her reached a boiling point, and could no longer be suppressed.

Just like that, her senses exploded, her vision blurred as her body began to contort. Ayla let out a shrilling cry as she fell to the ground and shifted for the first time. From the half broken mirror in the room, she saw a beautiful white wolf with eyes blazing like the sun.