“That gown carries my mother’s hair! And Gwyneth is my mother’s killer … why is she wearing it? Don’t you see?!”
He didn’t flinch.
“Do not cause a scene, Lady Freya. This is not about you.”
I yanked my arm free, staggering back as my world collapsed. Then, a deep voice rang across the hall. A tall man in ceremonial black stepped forward.
“My name is Alwin Oakwood, the Beta of Alpha Gareth, Alpha of the Grey Wind Pack,” he announced, bowing gracefully.
“Our Alpha believes all things beautiful should belong to their rightful owner. All these gowns belong to one person and that is Lady Gwyneth.”
Gwyneth pressed her gloved hand to her chest, pretending to be embarrassed.
“Oh … I had no idea Alpha Gareth would show me such honor. I am… deeply grateful. I hope to meet him soon. I have never seen him before.”
The pack members murmured, flashing their eyes with excitement.
“Gareth? The Alpha no one has ever seen?”
“And Lady Gwyneth has already captured his attention?”
“She must be special to earn such favor!”
I could barely breathe.
“What is this?” I whispered, voice sharp.