Last Memory

[Zane’s POV]

I didn’t want to come to this damn wedding, especially knowing that the bride-groom would be Trent. For weeks, I argued with my father about it, but in the end, here I was sitting in the crowd, staring up at Trent’s smug face.

Since I was young, I had always been compared to this bastard and told that I needed to be more like him because, according to my father, I was too soft, too dumb, and just not on par with the great alpha of Brawn.

Maybe it was because of this deep-rooted hatred that I wanted to do something to one-up Trent. Maybe that was the reason I approached her from the start.

At first, I was simply curious about the young woman that would end up being his luna. I wanted to see if she was just as outstanding as him. Imagine my surprise when I found that young girl curled up crying underneath a tree that rainy day. She was absolutely nothing like I expected, and that, well, at first, was disappointing.

She was mediocre in looks at best; at least that was what