The remaining warriors, bloodied and defeated, stood silently, their heads bowed in sorrow. They had failed to protect the most precious part of my life, and the weight of that failure hung heavy in the air.
"Luna, we need to leave. It's not safe here," one of the warriors said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder.
But I couldn't move. My soul was shattered, and all I could do was hold my daughter's lifeless body, my cries echoing through the silent forest—a mother mourning the unbearable loss of her child.
And there, I could feel my wolf howling at her grief.
While I mourned my daughter, Alpha Orion’s first love, Lilith, posted on her social media, “You always appear just when I need you. Grateful to have you around!” Accompanying her post was a photo of the two of them, looking content and intimately close.
My hands trembled as I took a screenshot and sent it to Orion, my mate. My message was laced with the anguish and betrayal I felt, "Is this why you didn’t bother to meet us at the border, despite knowing we were in danger?"