The grandeur of the Glitter Pack mansion never ceased to amaze those who beheld it. Its vast corridors, adorned with relics of past victories and portraits of noble lineage, echoed stories of valor and loyalty. But today, those walls bore witness to a familial tension that was palpable, nearly tangible.
The Luna of the glitter pack, Laura, was sitting in the hall with an emotionless face. The gentle and kind Luna of the glitter pack was sitting with a stiff face, which meant a storm was brewing. And the one who got caught in it was the unluckiest person in the world that day.
Owen, having barely set foot inside the mansion after his nocturnal endeavors, felt the tight grip of anxiety knotting his stomach.
‘I smell trouble,’ Mason said in Owen’s head.
‘I know it. I can see Mom in the ha
