Sophia’s Point of View
I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing through the silent hallway. My chest heaved with anger, my claws itching to tear something apart. Anything. Anyone.
I sank onto the couch, burying my face in my hands as my mind raced. Ever since Avery left the pack, no, ever since she was forced to leave, Julian had been different. Distant. Cold. Detached. It was as though a part of him had been buried with her absence, leaving me to deal with the shell of the man I thought I knew.
I clenched my fists, the sharp points of my nails pressing into my palms. I was strong, powerful, everything Avery had never been.
She was a soft, fragile thing, barely able to hold her wolf together most of the time. Julian needed strength in his Luna, and I had given him that. I had worked for it, sacrificed for it, bled for it.
And yet, even in death, she was coming between us.
“Why?” I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “
