Then my father stormed up, his rage almost palpable. "Have you lost your mind, My Luna? Why would you bring her here?"
“She belongs here,” my mother replied firmly. “She needs to atone for her sins. She must tell us where Chelsea’s remains are.”
I stared down at the casket, cold and hollow.
Would my death bring them peace?
No.
They’d rejoice. They’d claim justice had prevailed. That the monster had been slain.
"My Luna, Alpha Derick… Please reconsider," Charlene whispered, holding Chelsea’s beloved doll—the same one I had chosen, the one Kian had given her.
My breath faltered.
The memory crashed down on me like a tidal wave.
Kian had been thrilled when I picked that doll. Chelsea had adored it. She carried it with her everywhere.
And the day after… Kian was gone.
Killed by rogues while managing a territorial dispute. He had been the future Alpha. But fate had stolen that future.
The entire Night Owl Pack mourned his loss.
But I wasn’t allowed to.
Because right after we buried Kian… Chelsea disappeared.
My gaze landed on Phyllis. He was finally looking at me, and there was something different in his eyes this time. Something softer.
"Charlene speaks with reason, Alpha Derick," he said gently.