Skye: "I see you all are having a good time just two days after your Luna's death. I thought I meant so much to you all. Now, my poor heart is broken." I pouted my lips, faking sadness, before rolling my eyes. Everyone was still staring at me in shock, including Jenna, who had turned as white as a ghost, and Arthur, who stood speechless. The murmurs started almost immediately, rippling through the crowd like wildfire. I could hear snippets of conversations: "Is it really her?" "How is she alive?" "Is she a ghost?" "What does this mean for the pack?" I couldn't help but mock their hypocrisy. "Two days, people. Two days after my supposed death and here you all are, dressed in your finest, celebrating like nothing happened. My, my, the loyalty and love of the Winder Pack is truly touc