From Silent Princess to S-Rank Luna Chapter 06

From Silent Princess to S-Rank Luna Chapter 06

She had not only plagiarized a fellow student’s moonlight plant cultivation proposal, but also paid upperclassmen to complete her models.

When the scheme unraveled, she refused to admit anything and stormed into her advisor’s office.

In the ensuing argument, she shoved a pregnant she-wolf advisor to the ground.

Northreach Greywolf Academy issued an immediate expulsion notice and published a public disclosure through the Academy Alliance.

The advisor’s family also filed a complaint with the Northreach Pack Council.

The pride they’d once paraded around had become a disgrace to the family overnight.

My father pleaded with every Pack Council member he could reach.

My mother cried and begged the academy to retract the notice.

Cillian even went to his own Beta mentor, hoping for a character reference for Nessa.

But the evidence was airtight. The office security footage captured everything.

No one was willing to risk offending Greywolf Academy and the advisor’s Pack family-not for her sake.

And then they remembered me.

Two days later, my parents, Cillian, and Nessa appeared at a café across from Moonshore’s campus.

Three months apart. They looked a decade older.

My mother’s hair was disheveled, eyes swollen from crying.

Cillian had lost the confident air he used to carry-he looked haggard and defeated.

When they saw me walk in, my mother shot up and grabbed my hand.

“Maren-you have to help Nessa. She’s young, she doesn’t know any better. You know so many professors-please, just get them to go easy on her.”

I pulled my hand back coldly and took out a tissue to wipe where she’d touched me.

“I’m a freshman. I don’t have that kind of pull.”

My father slammed the table.

“Maren, of course you can do something! The advisor she pushed-she mentored you in that training camp before. She loved you!”

“Go apologize to her. Take the fall for Nessa!”

“You’ve always been sensible. Just this once, for Dad’s sake-take one for the family.”

I looked at their smug faces and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Take the fall for her? She broke the law. She committed academic fraud. And you want me to take

the blame?”

“I would never do that.”

“The moment you booked those plane tickets to Northreach without me, I stopped having a

family.”

I stood up and looked down at them.

“What Nessa has become-that’s on you. You spoiled her rotten.’

“You made this bed. Now lie in it.”

Cillian walked over and stood in front of me, head down.

“Nessa’s situation isn’t your fault. But could you at least transfer? We don’t feel right leaving you

out here by yourself…”

“Your room’s already been restored to how it was. When you come home, you can decorate it

however you want.”

He took out a pale blue sundress.

“This was your favorite color when you were little. And I got you this apple pie-from that bakery you used to love.”

I’m allergic to dairy.

Pale blue was Nessa’s favorite color.

The only reason I owned so many things in that shade was because every time my mother bought

the wrong color, she’d say, “You’re sisters-it looks lovely when you match.”

“I don’t need any of that,” I said flatly. “And I’m not transferring.”

“Enough, Maren!” My father’s face darkened. “What more do you want from us? One party, one

room, a tablet-those aren’t reasons to resent your entire family.”

I looked at him.

“What’s my wolf’s name?”

My father froze.

All they knew was that I had an S-ranked wolf. Strong. Stable. No need to worry.

Not one of them remembered her name-Iris.

“When was my first complete shift?”

Still no answer.

“What was the project that earned my first S-rank?”

“Did you know I’m allergic to dairy?”

The café went dead quiet.

Nessa’s every medical checkup with the pack physician-they remembered.

She loved silverleaf, hated bright light, was most prone to losing control two days before the full moon. My father had even adjusted the entire patrol team’s training schedule around her.

They weren’t incapable of remembering.

They’d just never bothered to remember me.

My mother’s eyes turned red.

“Maren, we just thought you didn’t need—”

“I did.”

I cut her off.

“You were just always busy with Nessa’s stuff.”

“So eventually-I stopped needing anything.”

“Don’t come looking for me again. I’m doing fine. I’m doing better than fine-without you.”

I turned and walked away.

Behind me, I heard my mother’s sobs and Cillian calling my name.

But I didn’t look back.

My steps were steady, walking toward my own light..

The next day, Moonshore and Tidecross Pack held the public proposal presentation for the coastal juvenile wolf refuge project.

This was my first major project.

I had to nail it.

I took a deep breath, picked up my architectural model, and walked into the presentation hall.

And then I looked up. Three familiar faces sat in the front row.

What were they doing here? Were they trying to sabotage me?