KELSEY'S POV

The whole room began to buzz with murmurings of confused whispers. Pack members leaned over the tables, staring back and forth between Dylan and the woman in the pink dress.

Dylan grabbed Alyssa by her silk sleeve, pulling her forward so everyone in the center aisle could see her clearly.

"Look at this woman!" Dylan shouted, his voice full of dark, nasty joy. "This is the real Princess Alyssa of Silvermoon! The girl standing up there on your stage, wearing your silk and holding your ring, is a fraud! She is a wolfless, useless substitute sent here to trick my brother!"

Alyssa slapped Dylan’s hand off her dress...