“It’s too late, Luna,” the Head Doctor looked me straight in my sorrow-filled eyes, “Deanna has lost a lot of blood. We have done all we could. Besides, the Rogue's bites are beyond repair. We can only hope for a miracle from the Moon Goddess now, nothing else.”

I simply nodded absentmindedly. But deep down, I was empty. My joy, my daughter, left me.

I left the room before my tears could escape as soon as the pack healer informed me of my daughter’s death.

I swallowed. Anger and the thirst for vengeance crashed into me, drowning me like a rising tide.

My daughter died—without seeing her father. My daughter...