Seren was five years old.
She was the light of my life—mine and Kael Ashvale's. We adored her.
And I had never—never—posted her images looking for some mating arrangement.
Where did these wolves get off saying these things about my pup?
I captured everything and sent it into the Ashvale pack bond-link: "How did MY belongings end up in someone else's post?"
Silence.
A few seconds stretched into eternity.
Then Morwen Ashvale's voice-sending popped up: "These things are all yours, dear. Did you post them somewhere on the glamour-net and someone stole the images?"
A sigh, dripping with false concern. "Honestly, you can't be too careful these days. All sorts of rogues prowling the scry-net."
Before I could reply, Kael's message appeared:
"Beloved, you probably shared those images somewhere before. They just used glamour-weaving to composite them into their own pictures."
"I already warned the poster and told her to take it down. Just ignore it."