213. DURING THE SPELL PERFORMANCE
Claudia
The pack shrine was cloaked in eerie silence, the only sounds the flickering of candles and the rhythmic murmur of prayer from Raven.
If not for her, I would be in the packhouse, ensuring my stepmother pushed through this successfully. But the stubborn woman insisted I bring her here to pray for the Luna and since I knew my father wouldn’t let her go alone, especially in her condition I had to comply.
Not that I cared. I believed in Athena's power. She would ace it.
Don’t misunderstand me—I never liked Raven. But no one knew. And I wasn’t about to let anyone find out.
Maybe it was jealousy. Maybe it was the way Athena adored her, how she would do anything for her without a second thought. The way she loved Raven—it was different. Deeper. Some
