Chapter 3

The week following Rachel's death hadn’t even passed when Royalty Thomas, a Delta warrior in the Silver Moon Pack, caused a commotion during the funeral arrangements. Her sharp tongue and accusations pierced through the fragile peace I had tried to maintain. "Luna Cecilia," she sneered, "are you sure you didn’t have a hand in Rachel’s death? You’ve always been so… distant." Her words were like claws tearing at my already broken heart. Devastated, I took Rachel’s picture home, placing it in the most visible spot in our den, and spent the whole day kneeling before it, endlessly apologizing to her.