~Aria~

“What photos and videos is Bertha talking about?”

I picked up my phone which I rarely ever use to search, but just as I logged into the pack group chat, Beatrice rushed in.

“My Luna, don't!” she yelled, abruptly stopping and half breathless. Like she had run all the way here.

I stared at her in confusion. But before I could say a word, she collected my phone.

“It's dinner time, my Luna,” she said, her chest still heaving.

“I'm not hungry. And why would you snatch my phone?” I questioned, the wrinkle in my forehead slightly thickening.

“Forgive me, my Luna. I just couldn't let you keep the...