Skye’s P.O.V.
“How are you feeling now?” Luna Elara asked me calmly, taking the glass of wine offered by Myra.
“I am better now, Luna. Thanks for asking,” I answered through my phone.
I didn’t care about the mechanical, cold tone.
I only care about not offending her.
She had an expressionless face.
Arthur told me that he won’t be able to come back, and I had to handle it by myself.
I didn’t know what he had in his mind, but he threw me in front of a hungry Luna wolf who was ready to devour me at any time.
He needed to understand that I stayed in the shadows, hidden from the rest of the world all my life.
I understood this pack politics, but I am not cut out for these dirty games.
“About what happened in the dining room this morning, what do you think went wrong?” she asked me, he
