Natalia sat on the edge of her bed, her hair turned towards the sunlight. The pack was lively, not exactly a ceremonial mood, but they seemed happy. Very unlike her. Her heart broke in pieces like the scattered sunlight, and she held the necklace of her mother between her palms.

It had been so hard playing naive all through the years. Playing clueless. Now that she thought of it, her mother and Axton were just the same.

Her mother had known she would do that to him, and that was why she had safely tucked her in. It was like some twisted plan, and it has all gone haywire because...