Leon's POV:
Locking Emily away did not make me feel any better.
During the day, I buried myself in pack business. At night, I went to Moonlight Cliff and sat there for hours. Sometimes I stayed until dawn. I did not do anything. I only sat beneath the moon and stared at it until the sky began to pale.
Cameron said I had lost forty pounds. Rick said I looked like a corpse that had forgotten to lie down.
I did not care.
When Isabela died, she did not go alone. She took whatever was left of my soul with her.
One night, after half a bottle of whiskey, I opened the safe in my nightstand.
The journal was still there.
It had a dark blue cover, worn soft at the corners from being handled too many times.
When I opened it, the first thing I saw was the sketch Isabela had drawn of the pack's
