I don’t know how long I stay there, curled up against Caleb’s lifeless body. I cry until there are no more tears, and then I just stare into the dark of the empty pack house.
My body feels limp, like a wrung out dish towel. My mind is racing with thoughts, but none of them seem to really go anywhere.
Just days ago, I was the Luna of the pack, preparing to mate with my beloved, then proudly wearing his claiming mark.
Now, I’m not the Luna anymore. I don’t know what will happen to me, or my position within the pack, now that I don’t have Caleb around to protect me.
My hands close around the amulet. It was warm before, alerting me of Caleb’s death, but now it’s just cold, hard stone. I can still feel the magic spell deep within it, but it seems to have gone quiet.
Some time passes, and
