One by one, the pack members came to pay their respects, each face filled with grief and regret.They remembered me as the best Luna the pack had ever had—gentle, fair, and willing to take three arrows meant for the Alpha to save his life. They had loved Mia, too. Again and again, they lamented how the little pup who used to smile at everyone she met could be gone just like that.No one had imagined that Mia and I would die not beneath the claws of the Blackridge Pack, but because of the favouritism, neglect, and misunderstandings within our own family.Damian sat beside us in silence.He had not slept for three days. Whenever the guards urged him to eat something, he shook his head. Whenever they told him to get some rest, he shook his head again. He simply stayed there, as though if he kept watch over us a little longer, we might somehow wake up.I floated above him, looking down at his haggard face. 'Damian, it's useless. The dead can't come back to life, and a shattered he
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