Penelope's pov
There was so much wrong with this world. So much that it pissed me off. But anger is an emotion I can withstand. Confusion is my end. Weston glared at his father. We were at a social function, he knew he needed to behave and I just found out that his father chose me under the suspected illusion that I could be a Lycan. Because my wolf is ….. she's not. She can't be a Luna. I guess, it doesn't explain all the weird people who knew her name. No one should know her name. Unless I tell them.
Perhaps the king is on to something. What if I am a Lycan? God the idea terrified me so much.
Lycans were not exactly welcomed by the vampire culture. Even some wolves despised them for losing the war. Like they had the right. Me being one, couldn't be more hilarious. The biggest joke o
