Three days had passed since I'd been banished to the basement, and each morning brought fresh humiliation. The pack members who once nodded respectfully when I passed now whispered and snickered behind cupped hands. Even the omegas—wolves I'd once protected from Myles' harsher punishments—now looked at me with barely concealed disdain.

This morning was no different. I climbed the narrow stairs from my cramped quarters, clutching my parents' photographs against my chest. The frames had been damaged during my hasty move, small cracks spider-webbing across the glass, but they were still precious to me—the only tangible connection to the life I'd lost as a child.

The formal dining hall buzzed with conversation as pack members gathered for breakfast. Long wooden tables stretched across the room, sunlight streaming through tall windows to illuminate the scene of domestic normalcy that no longer included me. I hesitated at the threshold, uncertain of my place in this new hierarchy.

"Alyssa!" Diana's voice rang out, sweet as poisoned honey. She sat at the head table beside Myles, her hand possessively resting on his arm. The sight of her in what should have been my seat made Silver whimper in my mind. "Come sit with us. There's room at the end."

Every instinct screamed at me to refuse, but refusing Diana now meant defying the Alpha's chosen mate. I walked the gauntlet of stares and whispers, my cheeks burning with shame, and took the seat she'd indicated—far from Myles, positioned like a supplicant rather than an equal.

Myles didn't even glance my way. His attention was completely focused on Diana as she regaled the table with stories of her travels, her melodic laughter filling the spaces where my voice once belonged. The casual intimacy between them—the way she fed him bits of fruit, how he tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear—felt like repeated stab wounds to my heart.

"Oh, Alyssa," Diana said suddenly, turning those calculating blue eyes on me. "I was hoping you could help me with something." She reached for the coffee pot, her movements graceful and deliberate. "I'm still getting used to pack customs again. Could you tell me about these lovely photographs you always carry?"

My grip tightened protectively around the frames. "They're pictures of my parents. From before the Silvermoon Pack was destroyed."

"How tragic," she cooed, though her eyes held no warmth. "You must miss them terribly." As she spoke, she lifted the coffee pot higher, angling it over my photographs. "It's so important to remember our—oh!"

The "accident" happened in slow motion. The coffee pot tilted, and scalding liquid poured directly onto the photographs in my lap. I cried out, jerking backward as the hot coffee soaked through my clothes and onto the precious images beneath.

"Oh my goodness!" Diana gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in mock horror. "I'm so clumsy! I'm terribly sorry, Alyssa."

But her eyes told a different story. There was satisfaction there, a gleam of triumph as she watched me frantically trying to wipe the coffee from the glass frames. The liquid had seeped behind the glass, staining the edges of the photographs—my mother's gentle smile now marred by brown splotches, my father's strong features partially obscured.

"No, no, no," I whispered, my voice breaking as I tried desperately to save what little remained of my family. Tears mixed with coffee as I held the damaged frames, Silver's anguished howls echoing in my mind.

"They're just photographs, Alyssa." Myles' voice cut through my grief like a blade. When I looked up, his expression was cold, annoyed. "You need to stop dwelling in the past. It's not healthy."

The cruelty of his words stole my breath. These weren't just photographs—they were my parents, my heritage, the only proof that I'd once belonged somewhere. And he dismissed them as if they were nothing.

"Clean up this mess," he continued, gesturing dismissively at the coffee pooling on the floor and table. "You're disrupting breakfast."

The dining hall had fallen silent, every pack member watching this public humiliation. Some looked uncomfortable, others entertained. Diana's lips curved in a satisfied smile as she dabbed delicately at a nonexistent stain on her pristine dress.

"Of course, Alpha," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. I set the damaged photographs aside and knelt to clean up Diana's "accident," my hands shaking as I mopped up the coffee with my napkin. The position put me at everyone's feet, a visual reminder of how far I'd fallen.

As I worked, Diana's foot nudged against my hand—not hard enough to be called a kick, but firm enough to send a message. When I glanced up, she was smiling sweetly at Myles, playing the picture of innocence while asserting her dominance over me in the most degrading way possible.

The breakfast resumed around me as if nothing had happened, conversation flowing over my head while I remained on my knees, scrubbing at stains that would never fully come out—much like the damage Diana had just inflicted on my most precious memories.

The autumn air carried the scent of fallen leaves and sweat as I made my way to the training grounds. Two weeks had passed since Diana's coffee "accident," and my parents' photographs now bore permanent stains that no amount of careful cleaning could remove. Each time I looked at them, the brown splotches seemed to mock me—a constant reminder of how powerless I'd become.

Silver had grown quieter with each passing day, her once-vibrant presence in my mind now a whisper of what she used to be. The severed mate bond left a constant ache in my chest, like a wound that refused to heal. I'd lost weight, my clothes hanging loose on my frame, but I refused to let anyone see me break completely.

The training session was already underway when I arrived, pack warriors sparring in pairs while Myles observed from the sidelines. Visiting delegates from the Crimson Ridge Pack stood beside him—Alpha Marcus Thorne and his Beta, here to discuss territorial agreements. Their presence meant everything had to appear perfect, orderly, strong.

I took my usual position at the edge of the group, no longer welcome in the inner circle where I once stood as future Luna. The familiar rhythm of combat should have been soothing, but today something felt different. Wrong.

That's when I saw it.

Diana emerged from the pack house wearing training gear that hugged her curves perfectly, her golden hair pulled back in an elegant braid. But it wasn't her appearance that made my blood freeze—it was the pendant hanging around her neck. Silver, delicate, with an intricate moon design that caught the afternoon light.

My mother's pendant.

Silver roared to life in my mind, her anguish so sharp it nearly brought me to my knees. That pendant had been my mother's most treasured possession, passed down through generations of Silvermoon Pack Lunas. I'd kept it hidden in my jewelry box, too precious to wear, too meaningful to risk losing.

"Alyssa!" Diana's voice rang out, sweet as always but with an underlying edge that made my skin crawl. She approached with that perfect smile, her fingers trailing over the pendant in a deliberately casual gesture. "I was hoping you'd be here. I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?" The words came out strangled. I couldn't take my eyes off the pendant—my mother's pendant—resting against Diana's throat like it belonged there.

"For leaving such beautiful jewelry behind when you moved out." Her blue eyes sparkled with malicious delight. "Myles said I could have whatever I wanted from your old room. He gave me this as a token of his true affection. Isn't it lovely?"

The world tilted around me. Myles had given away my mother's pendant—the last piece of her I had left—like it was nothing more than a trinket to appease his chosen mate.

"That's not yours," I whispered, my voice shaking with barely controlled rage. "That belonged to my mother. It's been in my family for generations."

Diana's smile widened, predatory and satisfied. "Was in your family. But you're not really family to anyone here anymore, are you?" She stepped closer, lowering her voice so only I could hear. "Leftovers shouldn't complain when the Alpha's true choice takes what she wants."

The casual cruelty of her words, the way she wore my mother's memory like a trophy, shattered the last of my restraint. "Give it back," I demanded, my voice rising. "You have no right—"

"I have every right!" Diana's mask slipped for just a moment, revealing the vicious satisfaction beneath. "I'm going to be Luna. Everything that was yours is mine now. Your room, your place at Myles' side, your pathetic little keepsakes—all mine."

The training ground had gone silent, every eye fixed on our confrontation. I could feel the visiting delegates watching, could sense their curiosity about this public display of pack drama. But I didn't care. Silver was howling for justice, for the return of what was sacred.

"Enough." Myles' voice cut through the tension like a whip crack. He strode toward us, his Alpha aura flaring with dangerous intensity. But his anger wasn't directed at Diana—it was focused entirely on me. "What is the meaning of this disruption?"

"She's wearing my mother's pendant," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "She took it from my room without permission."

"Your room?" Myles' laugh was cold, cutting. "You mean the room Diana now occupies as my chosen mate? Everything in that room belongs to her now." His gaze swept over me with obvious disgust. "How dare you disrespect her in front of our guests?"

The injustice of it—being blamed for Diana's theft, for her deliberate provocation—made my vision blur with unshed tears. Around us, pack members shifted uncomfortably, but no one spoke in my defense. Even those who'd once called me friend now avoided my gaze.

"Apologize," Myles commanded, his Alpha tone pressing down on me like a physical weight. "Now."

Diana watched with barely concealed glee, her fingers still toying with my mother's pendant. The silver caught the light, each gleam a reminder of everything I'd lost, everything that had been stolen from me.

With the visiting delegates watching and my former pack members waiting for my humiliation, I had no choice. The words tasted like poison on my tongue.

"I apologize," I whispered, the submission burning through me like acid. "I was out of line."

Diana's smile was radiant with victory as she pressed closer to Myles, her hand finding his arm in a possessive gesture. The pendant—my mother's pendant—gleamed against her throat like a brand of ownership.

As the training session resumed around us, I remained frozen in place, watching the woman who'd stolen my life wear my mother's memory like a prize. Silver retreated deeper into my mind, her presence growing fainter with each passing moment, and I wondered how much more of myself I could lose before there was nothing left to take.