“It’s too late, Luna,” the Head Doctor looked me straight in my sorrow-filled eyes, “Deanna has lost a lot of blood. We have done all we could. Besides, the Rogue's bites are beyond repair. We can only hope for a miracle from the Moon Goddess now, nothing else.”
I simply nodded absentmindedly. But deep down, I was empty. My joy, my daughter, left me.
I left the room before my tears could escape as soon as the pack healer informed me of my daughter’s death.
I swallowed. Anger and the thirst for vengeance crashed into me, drowning me like a rising tide.
My daughter died—without seeing her father. My daughter died not having a hug from her Alpha father. Her final simple request wasn’t even fulfilled. Her birthday party ended with her own death.
I glanced back at her bluish-silver dress. She was still wearing her moon tiara even with her last breath.
And even with her last breath, Alpha fucking Killian is nowhere to be found.
“Is the Alpha still taking care of that matter about the easter
