The sun was shining brightly over the camp as I helped distribute food and relief goods to the families affected by the gruesome attacks. The atmosphere was heavy as the silence was punctuated by murmurs of grief and whispers of gratitude as we worked. Children clung to their parents, their eyes wide with fear and exhaustion, and the adults wore the kind of expressions that only come with losing everything.
I handed a loaf of bread to an elderly woman, her hands trembling as she took it. "Thank you, Luna," she said softly, looking so emotional and tired.
The word Luna still felt foreign when people addressed me that way. I managed to put a small smile, trying to focus on the task at hand. Stefano had stayed behind in the castle to strategize with the pack leaders, and Rigz was somewhere
