The assistant's face went white with horror. "Her presence in the store is due to staff negligence, not your continued indulgence," Maxwell explained quickly.

The store manager rushed in, sweat beading on his forehead. "Remove her immediately," he barked at security.

"Get her out of my sight," Ethan's voice was arctic through the phone.

James and I shared a moment of silent camaraderie as security approached Victoria's wheelchair. I pulled out my moonlight-infused sanitizer, carefully disinfecting the hand James had used to touch her.

The gesture was subtle but stinging-a clear message of contempt for the woman who killed my daughter.

Ethan's voice came through the call again, softer now. "Olivia, I'm sorry—"

James hung up coldly. The message was clear: I didn't want to hear from him.

(Victoria's POV)

This couldn't be happening. I fumbled for my black card with shaking hands, trying to process the transaction myself.

"Declined," the machine beeped mockingly.

The staff who had once bowed to me now watched with barely concealed satisfaction. Security guards flanked my wheelchair, their expressions

neutral but their eyes

you need to leave,"

I shrieked,

my protests. Other shoppers stared as I was

the pavement. The wheels caught on

approached, offering help. I lashed out at him in my humiliation,

and beg for assistance, my pride shattered. Olivia and James emerged from the mall with

pity, only cold satisfaction. They walked past me as if I

and shame. At least I still had Rosewood Haven and

sanctuary until I could

when arrived

awaited me.

the driveway,

carried my possessions out in boxes

professionally detached. He looked up as my taxi

not the owner," he said flatly when I demanded

he added with

old apartment I'd once rented for Connor Blackthorn. The contrast

I sat in the dingy apartment, staring at the peeling wallpaper. Crescent Moon Academy's

Emma has been badly beaten by other wolf

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