[Nivera’s POV]

From outside, I could hear the jubilation going on. They all seemed so happy and excited that the Alpha King was getting married to Malia, whom they all desired to be the Luna. It was as if they didn’t even remember that just yesterday, an Omega called Nivera had almost been their Luna, but died. In fact, it didn’t even seem like anyone remembered me, and it was too soon for them to just move on happily with their lives like it was an animal they had slaughtered and not a werewolf like themselves.

There were no posters of me in the streets, no one held a funeral...