Liana’s POV
Clara was becoming Luna. Not just any Luna, but Luna of Shadowfang Pack. One of the most powerful packs in the region.
The sister I'd destroyed was rising higher than I'd ever dreamed possible, while I was falling apart in a bedroom, searching for babies that would never cry.
I stumbled through the packhouse halls, trying to process what I'd heard. As I passed a group of omega girls, they stopped talking and watched me with those same pitying looks I'd grown to hate.
One of them, Beth from the kitchen, approached me hesitantly.
"Luna, are you alright?" she asked, but her voice carried that careful tone I'd heard from everyone lately.
"I'm fine," I said quickly, but my voice cracked on the words.
Beth exchanged a look with the other girls, and I saw the doubt in their eye
