“How could he leave me and my son?” I whispered, the words catching in my throat.
“I don’t know,” Claire replied, her voice soft but urgent. “But we need to get to safety. We can’t let them take us, too.”
I didn’t respond. My mind was consumed with images of Noah, the blood, the laughter turning to screams. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I murmured, my breath shaky. “I can’t believe he didn’t come for us.”
“Luna…” Claire squeezed my hand, pulling me along. “We’ll get help!”
But deep down, I knew. I knew he was gone. My son gone. The bond I thought would always protect me had shattered like glass.
As we reached the edge of the woods, I turned back one last time. Damon was still there, running away with Leah, saving themselves. My heart twisted in pain. “You’ll pay for this!"
Because I wasn’t just losing my son today. I was losing everything I ever believed in.
The funeral was a blur. People came, offered their condolences, and left, but none of it registered. My son was gone, and no amount of kind words or sympathy could change that. It felt like the whole pack was moving on while I was stuck in this endless pit of grief.