Damien
Clara was shaking. Why were her arms cut up? Where the f**k was my pack when this happened? I dropped the ball. She should have had a protection team by now, but I had Benjamin and Sam babysitting Joshua.
I lifted her and set her on my lap, wrapping my arms around her.
“It’s okay, baby. Whatever it was, it’s okay.” I whispered.
Why was she so upset? She was the Luna of the pack. She had immunity from anything she did. Was she still afraid of her parents' abuse?
“It’s not okay. It can’t be reversed. I can never take it back!” She cried.
This was a theme tonight, apparently. At least whatever she did wouldn’t result in covering up a murder.... I hope.
“Shhh…. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
I sat rubbing her back while she cried, face buried in my neck. What on earth had her so
