Elara’s P.O.V.
“How did this happen, Ashton? We have been alert all this time. How did they still enter this far into our home?” I muttered angrily, pacing restlessly in our chamber’s living room.
“Calm down, Elara. Your pacing is not going to change anything,” Ashton asked me calmly, and it infuriated me more.
“How could you be this calm?” I yelled at him, and he looked at me lazily.
He had always been like this.
Always aloof and indifferent.
“They had been here for more than ten hours, hid themselves well inside the walls, waited for a chance to kill Skye. What does it state, Elara?” I stopped, listened to him with a blank gaze.
I already knew this, but the words coming out of his mouth were like a sharp slap on my face.
I was still the Luna of the pack, and in Arthur’s absence,
