Chapter Twenty-Seven – Reliving the Nightmare
Evandra
The venison on her plate had gone cold. She couldn’t bring herself to take more than a few bites, though the wine sat warm in her belly. Her fingers worried the stem of her glass, twisting, untwisting, anything to distract from the way Tristan’s eyes bore into her.
“Start at the beginning,” he said again, calm but firm. “I need to hear it from you.”
Her breath caught. “The beginning…?”
He inclined his head, urging her forward.
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “I… I was Luna of Pearl Pack. Or I thought I was. I did everything a Luna should. Supported Jalen in his duties, helped with the pack’s affairs, trained with the warriors, stood beside him during councils.” She shook her head faintly. “But I wasn’t enough for him. Not…
