CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

I don’t know how long I stay there, curled up against Caleb’s lifeless body. I cry until there are no more tears, and then I just stare into the dark of the empty pack house.

My body feels limp, like a wrung out dish towel. My mind is racing with thoughts, but none of them seem to really go anywhere.

Just days ago, I was the Luna of the pack, preparing to mate with my beloved, then proudly wearing his claiming mark.

Now, I’m not the Luna anymore. I don’t know what will happen to me, or my position within the pack, now that I don’t have Caleb around to protect me.

My hands close around the amulet. It was warm before, alerting me of Caleb’s death, but now it’s just cold, hard stone. I can still feel the magic spell deep within it, but it seems to have gone quiet.

Some time passes, and then I hear the door pushing open. It’s Malcolm and Miranda and most of the rest of the Flagstaff pack.

They switch on the lights, gasping when they see me and Caleb in the lounge chair