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After my satisfying yet emotion-wrecking encounter with Mira, I continued my patrol in the pack house. It was a nice way to clear my head, especially after Mira's words that left some pieces of regret in me.
I realized she was right about one thing, I couldn't avenge Natalie's death. Derek was a powerful wolf, he had almost as much power and affluence as Ace, and making a move at him would leave me at the losing end.
I paused when I sighted some shrubs; Natalie's favorite flower was lined up to decorate a small cemented demarcation; I crouched and uprooted a daffodil, not minding the dirt on it that might soil my palm.
"Luna.." a maid called, stopping me as I made to sniff the plant. "It looks dirty," she added when I grimaced at her for the interruption.
She offered a napkin,
