The search for Catleya's whereabouts that night left the entire pack restless. Her scent disappeared, the same with how each wolf howled in utter agony—their anguish remained unsettled. Their eyes held fury for justice for the unborn heir who perished in Cassidy’s womb.
She was the new Luna, yet by that time, Cassidy was burdened by her new title.
“You did f*****g what?!” She bellowed.
Her eyes wide open, her teeth gnawed as she gaped towards her mother.
“I did it for you.” Jane, in defense, met her eyes. “If I wouldn’t…all the years we have sacrificed would be in vain… and yes, if I needed to kill, I wouldn’t hesitate, even if that meant killing your father…Catleya or even you, Cassidy.”
She had no regrets. Mrs. Lockhart could feel her wolf howling in anguish for the death of its
