Luna pushed the door to her room with a sharp thud, her breath ragged and her chest tight with a mixture of rage and sadness that consumed her like a slow-burning fire. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, hot and heavy, as if each one carried the weight of her frustration and grief. She let herself fall onto the bed, sinking into the mattress that, despite its softness, could not cushion the pain she felt in the depths of her being.
She had been suspended from the squads indefinitely. The pay didn't matter to her; it never had. Her place in the pack was the only thing that gave meaning to her life. She wasn't just any member; she was Damian's right hand, the Alpha. Or at least she had been until that day. The news had fallen on her like a cold and merciless slab, crushing her without pity. And all for what? For a human. A stupid human, she thought bitterly, as she clenched her fists until her nails dug into the palms of her hands.
