The Reborn She-wolf

dore only graced this place on the seventh of each month for his "duty," nothing more. I pulled out a small box and tucked the broken prayer

ern Territories. I gave it a gentle twist, and a copper disc flickered to life, casting Theod

e Theodore in the projection was identical to the real one, down to the tear-shaped mol

nks, the she-wolf everyone called a troublemaker. Theodore, the Ashford Heir, was the opposite: poised, restrained, a pol

from that moment, my heart was his. I swore I'd win him, this untouchable star everyone admired. But he bru

tiquette, transforming from a reckless she-wolf into a proper lady. When I finally

ered. I buried

lia came to me, tears streaming. "Daphne, I love an

reed, half in a daze. Cordelia fled Sylvoth Town that night. I donned the c

elia away, that I'd schemed to tear apart the pack's golden pai

y image. For so many nights, this had been my only comfort. But now

over the projector.

odore's voice cut through, sharp as frost. "Daphne, you've l

r and smashed the projector to the floor. "Stop with these pathetic tricks," he snarled.

nely glow. Theodore stormed out, his words-"torment each

projector and placed it beside the broken beads. My hear

on held, one

realized, were m