Nora had walked quietly out of the pack, veiled, hoping that no one noticed her. Although all her wounds had healed up, her body was still tender and her mind was still raw with pain.
“Luna,” an elderly woman called out, tapping her back affectionately. Nora stifled a whimper and ground her teeth as pain rippled through her nerves. Slowly she spun around and plastered a false smile on her face.
“Zara,” she greeted.
He gave her a wry smile, “Thank you. My mate told me how you helped her yesterday with foodstuffs for our pups. You're the best thing that has happened to this pack,” she said. Tears welled in Nora's eyes, her aching heart broke a little more pieces. Her smile faltered and she struggled to keep it up.
“Don't mention Zare,” She croaked, “That's what a Luna is for, isn't it?”
