The Reborn She-wolf

e pen name "Moonsinger," I poured my longing into words. My romance novel, Spear and Fallen Crown, took Sylvoth Town by storm, a wildfire of a story. In its pages

fty sum to adapt my novel into a play.

Cordelia standing nearby. Cordelia spotted me, her vo

dn't

because I was chosen as this year's Starlight Feast 'Weaver Maiden.' He's buying t

ut reeked of gloating. I glanced at Theo

s brow furrowing. "Daphne,

th a soft laugh. "Theodore, she probabl

and he grabbed my wrist, dragging me outside. His voice hit like a thu

didn't follow you," I said, voice ti

othing but trail me like a shadow or hole up in your room with

my heart open. I'd all but lost m

odore, if you hate me this much, let's break t

he vibrant, clingy she-wolf he knew. Something flickered in his eyes-irritation, maybe-but it vanished, replaced by a cruel smirk. "Separate ways? You s

hadn't realized it ran so deep, carved into his very bones. The

t. "Theodore, it's r

helping her into a carriage. I stood there, rain s

fference-it wa

to my novel but insisted on changing the ending. That perfect, happy conclusi

like a rising tide. "Heard Cordelia's the Weaver Maiden for the Starlight Feast," one said. "No wonder Theodore ha

be, until that troublemaker Daphne tore them apart. I hope

k smile. I had

ift before my death, but I hesitated. My parents probably didn't want to see me

estate waited. Theodore's voice came, flat and

r a visit to my family. But now, with Cordelia back, he w

s in full swing, laughter and music spilling everywhere. I step

er gift. "Wishing you health

ou ungrateful pup, showing your face here? Why don't you keep fakin

isappointment. "Daphne,

, but how do you describe dyi

is a blessing," she said softly. "Let's not dwell on dark things today." Then sh

ed, his expression sof

nd blood, and the wolf meant to be my mate, stood the

I was the one wh