|Carmella|
“I suppose it started with loyalty… or maybe duty to Theodore,” she whispered through her sobs, clinging tightly to my dress as though it were the only anchor keeping her from falling apart. “At first, I thought it was love, but that was foolish, wasn’t it? I’d always been the Luna of the Gilmore Pack—the perfect, obedient wife to Theodore, just as our parents had wanted. I was so good at being what everyone else needed that I forgot who I was.”
I sat motionless, the weight of her confession bearing down on me. Yet, almost instinctively, I began to nod, as an understanding I had desperately avoided started to settle within me.
Her words left an ache in my heart. Here was Camilla, finally stripped of all the masks she had been forced to wear, baring her soul in a way I’d never
