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Aiden Cecelia was driving me crazy. The day I caught her cutting Mary’s roses, the rational part of my brain knew she had done nothing wrong. Cecelia was the luna now, despite the fact that Ellis had thus far refused to hold the official ceremony. The pack, the house, and yes, even the gardens were all rightfully hers. Not to mention the fact that the rose garden had been neglected for so long that it was overgrown and actually in need of tending. In my heart, however, the roses belonged to Mary. The flowers had always been Mary’s treasures. They weren’t just her property, they were a part of her, a part of her that had lived on long after her body had given up. For another woman to tend Mary’s roses felt like a betrayal. But when I thought it over carefully, it wasn’t really abou