040 | IN THE DARK

I did not see Ares for over a week.

I slept in the guest chamber I had first been put in, with no window and only a lumpy mattress. It was not worthy of a Young Luna, but perhaps I was not worthy of that title anymore.

I could have just kissed him. I should have.

I’d not even managed to write to my parents. My failure, compounded with the endless muffled screams that writhed constantly in the back of my mind, had sent me spiralling. I sat in the darkness of the cave-like room and thought of half-baked plots and plans, none of which would work without me either gaining Ares’s trust or me starting a full-blown war between our packs all over again.

I didn’t know how many times I’d considered walking up to him and clawing his head off, but I’d never once moved so much as a toe to actually get up and do it. 

My parents’ plan made sense. We would be away from Winterpaw, with no witnesses to lay the blame