NORA
I clutched Logan’s hand as we walked down the long hallway of Red Moon Pack’s pack house. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating.
Every step echoed against the cold marble floors, but Logan’s warmth beside me grounded me, reminded me why I was here. Why I stayed strong.
Because I wasn’t alone anymore.
We had come as the King asked, not because we trusted this place, but because we had nothing to hide.
My heart still ached from everything I had gone through here. The betrayal. The humiliation. The cold silence as I was cast out like I was nothing.
But now? Now I stood tall. As Logan’s Luna. As his everything.
“I’m glad we’re leaving,” I whispered, my fingers lacing tighter with his. “This place still smells like rotten memories.”
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