Angel
The young alpha is busy with the pyres that are burning the rogues.
- How many dead? - I asked sadly.
- By a miracle, only one. And even then, one is too many, especially since it was the head master.
I felt a tightness in my chest. The head master was dead, and that was sad for all.
Jackson made so many plans, and they all went wrong. The Moon Goddess was at our side.
- Changing subject, Luna.
- Don't call me that. I rejected Klaus. That title is not mine.