Elouise’s POV
Two Years Ago
A pale moon lingered above the site. Almost a thousand people crowded around the pack house, waiting for confirmation to leave. It was the moon I stared at. I willed it to turn some shade of red, willed the Goddess to help give hope to our pack. She didn’t listen to me.
“My father would not want this pack to be buried with his ashes. He gave everything he had to all of you,” my voice wobbled.
Father’s voice was always strong and stern. He could stand before the whole world and not waver one bit. I was his daughter, I should be able to do the same, but I felt belittled even as I stood above them.
Traitors I could have labelled them. Rather than fighting for the pack they survived in, they’d support another all because their alpha died. They should be risi
