"Hi, yes you aren't dreaming, it's the chubby Kelly," I say inwardly as I see the unhappy face expression of Jason who is disheartened. 

The guests laugh at us. They call our couple all sort of names. "The prince charming and the pancakes' eater Kelly" is one I can sadly remember."

"I, Jason Bentley of the South pack, reject you Kelly Thompson as my mate and the Luna Queen," he declared fiercely.

***
Kelly Thompson, an eighteen-year-old curvaceous and wolfless she-wolf, has been quietly admiring Jason Bentley, the heir apparent to the throne of the dominant South pack, for a number of years.

Unfortunately for Kelly, she doesn't get the same attention in return from Alpha heir Jason, as the handsome daughter of his old father's Gammas, Betty Nord, is already the love of the pack's future Alpha. But, the plump Kelly has an advantage over the skinny Betty because of a strong vow made by Jason's father, the Alpha King Don Bentley, that his son will marry the daughter of his Betas who gave their lives two years ago in a fight against the North pack's fiercest adversaries in order to preserve the life of the Alpha heir.

But clearly, nothing goes as smoothly as Kelly imagines.

The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen

LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV 


Elowen's voice cuts through the fog, steady and reassuring. "Keep moving. Don't stop, no matter what you see or hear." 


We press on, our footsteps muffled by the thick mist. Time becomes impossible to track, and I can't tell if we've been walking for minutes or hours. The landscape around us constantly shifts, sometimes revealing tantalizing glimpses of familiar places in the South pack's territory. 


I hear Eden whimper softly and instinctively tighten my grip on his hand. 


"It's okay, sweetie," I murmur, trying to keep my own voice steady. "Just keep walking." 


And out of the blue, a haunting melody drifts through the mist. It's beautiful and eerily familiar, reminding me of the lullabies my late mother used to sing so I could sleep. I feel an overwhelming urge to follow the sound, to seek out its source. 


"Mom?" Eden's voice quivers. "Do you hear that?" 


Before I can respond, Jason's grip on my arm tightens. 


The mystical power of the scepter