"Yes. And the pack will respect you for it."
News spread fast. By the time we got back to our quarters, my phone was blowing up with messages. Some pack members supported my decision. Others questioned my judgment. Patterson sent a particularly nasty message about "Luna's weakness."
Connor's message was simple: *Legally sound decision. Morally correct. Well done.*
I collapsed on the couch, suddenly feeling every emotion I'd been holding back.
"Talk to me," Christian said, sitting beside me.
"I don't know how I feel." I leaned against him. "I'm angry at her. I'm sad about our friendship. I'm horrified by what Tom did. I'm scared I made the wrong choice. All of it at once."
"That's called being human." Christian kissed my forehead. "You showed mercy while maintaining boun
