For years, I followed Orion with unwavering devotion. My gaze never left him, always burning with love. I spent my youth and the prime of my adulthood by his side, believing that one day I would hold a cherished place in his heart. But I was wrong. To him, I was never more than a second-best option. While he basked in the affection of others, I grew accustomed to being humble and making sacrifices.
Despite being mated and sharing a child, I never dared to ask too much of him. He was constantly busy leading the Blood Rose Pack, and I knew better than to disturb him. Whether it was dealing with illness, attending prenatal check-ups, or even giving birth, I bore everything alone, afraid that my needs would annoy him. I never wanted to be a burden.
The only time I had ever personally asked him to come for us was when I heard rumors of rogue sightings at the border. I feared for our safety, for Lyra's safety. But even then, because of Lilith, he abandoned me—his Luna—and our daughter. His decision led to Lyra’s death. She was only six, full of potential and dreams.