Celeste POV.
I walked down the packhouse hall, a tray of steaming food in my hands, my lips curling into a smile.
The smell of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, but my mind was elsewhere, buzzing with excitement.
I was Celeste, but everyone here thought I was Aria, my twin sister, the low-born Omega who'd stolen my place as Luna.
I'd come to the Shadow Claw pack house to ruin her, to make Kael hate her, to take back what was mine, him, the Alpha, the power.
My plan was working. The fire at the Fang Pack hadn't killed them, but it shook them. The poisoned tea almost got her, and now, hearing Kael was cold to her, ignoring her, made my heart race with glee.
This was my chance, my moment to get close to him, to make him want me.
I stopped short when I saw a maid by the kitchen door, her face red, tears streaming down her cheeks.