It’s been two days since I had the fight with Felicity. I had no idea just how strong I really was until that had happened.
I could barely eat and everyone was being so nice to me, it made me feel sick. How could I have killed somebody.
Alpha Simmons had ordered his men to take her back to his pack house for a proper burial. Jackson tried his best to make me feel somewhat better, but it was not helping much. I wanted to be left alone in my bedroom to think. What sort of Luna was I now. How could my pack respect me after what I had done. The guilt was eating me up from the inside and I hated myself for letting that happen. She had driven me crazy, caused me so many issues and even kidnapped me, yet I was the one dealing with the guilt for my actions. Felicity would never see her child g
