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Stella POV After the devastating outcome of the battle, I am not talking about the injured and dead; I am talking about Luna Mariel being stripped of her title, vanished from her own land, and then imprisoned by her own son. I couldn't care less about her feelings, but I clearly saw the toll it took on my mate. I can read the sadness and pain the whole situation caused him. I can't believe that his own mother is the one who planned an attack on her own son's newly founded pack. I can't believe that all that hatred and evilness could co-exist within one single person. It is hard to wrap my head around where my amazingly caring and loving mate came from. He picked me up in his arms. I knew he was looking for comfort within my touch, and I intended to provide him with reassurance and lo