You Lost Your Luna
In that moment, the years I'd buried away came flooding back—years of being alone, of surviving without parents, of losing my wolf in that terrible accident.
If it weren't for Constance and Cassian, who had shielded me all these years, I might have been destroyed long ago.
The realization made my throat tighten painfully. I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw my arms around Cassian, burying my face in his shoulder, and sobbed.
Once the tears started, I couldn't stop. All I could think about was the endless ache I'd been carrying, the kind that no amount of silence could heal.
The car was still and quiet, filled only with the sound of my crying.