And there it was. Several photos of her birthday party gifts, laid out to be admired by anyone with eyes.
The jewelry glimmered even through the screen — a rare crystal from the Moon Forest, rumored to glow only under a full moon. Next to it, a sleek, enchanted bow strung with moonstone beads, each one pulsing faintly with magic. A stack of furs — no doubt from Warren’s endless hours in the woods — tailored into coats soft enough to tempt even the most stoic she-wolf.
At the center of it all stood Trisha herself, her tiny frame flanked by Ryan and Warren, arms hooked through theirs as though she’d been born to belong there.
Her caption sparkled with her usual poisoned sweetness, “Yay, today I got treated like a Luna~”
I stared at the screen for a long moment.
Ah. So that’s what this was about.
Once upon a time, that might have hurt. I might have felt the claws of jealousy sink into my ribs, might have wondered what I’d done wrong to lose the place I’d thought was mine.
But not anymore.
Now?
I only felt… nothing.
Calmly, I tapped the heart. The little red symbol appeared beneath the photo — my way of saying, I’m letting go.