Chapter Eight

Adora

"What's the point of talking to him?" I said, holding in my tears.

"Please don't cry," she rubbed my back.

I shrugged. "I don't even have tears in my eyes anymore. It's just crazy that the moon goddess is hell-bent on destroying my life."

"Don't say that, you know that's blasphemy," she warned me with a soft tone. "If you want, I can talk to my dad. He has the right to summon Damien; he's the alpha after all."

"Thanks for trying," I said, "but I'm done."

I got home and dropped my bag on the couch. I could hear the blast of music from upstairs, thanks to my noisy brother, Nolan.

My grandma was in the kitchen, stirring soup and humming a tune. They were all happy, not knowing the pain I was going through. Well, it's not like I planned on telling them; I didn't want them to worry.

"Grandma, you shouldn't be standing for too long or even stressing yourself because of the arthritis,” I said, announcing my presence.

"Oh, please," she chuckled, and I stared at her hands, which were sw