Luna Kelly hasn't been great since the death of Kael and Lia, but things seemed to be moving towards a positive direction. After confirming the stance of Snowdale with the rogues, Damon had stepped back a little, allowing her to handle the affairs of the land, and that was only the beginning of her problems.
No funeral was held for the late Alpha; however, it did not deny his death. The morning sun peeped from the cracks and holes of the curtain.
The figure on the bed stirred tiredly, and then slowly her eyes opened. She felt tired despite doing nothing. The break of each day came with a constant reminder of her absence, the love she lost, and the emptiness growing within her.
Kelly stretched, then stood up and hurried to the bathroom. She had a quick bath and stepped out to her meal set and her attire of the day, chosen and laid out.
