After crying for a little while, Heather came out of the room, not before washing her face though. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed that her eyes were puffy.
So even though she had wanted to appear strong and collected in front of her fellow pack members, like a Luna should be at all times, they’d know she had cried.
Well, tough, she thought. I can’t help being worried about my little sister.
They couldn’t have hurt her more if they tried for she would rather die a hundred times than lose her little sister.
She shook her head as if to dismiss the very thought, the very possibility of them hurting her little ray of sunshine, and descended the stairs.
There were five werewolves awaiting her together with Jessica and Carmen in the living room. She wished Damien
