Chapter 222

The curse of the Luna in having compassion for her people and my own gift of feeling her emotions out. Her pain bruises my heart and winds through my veins like a prickly cold icicle, aching and hurting me deeply. Reminiscent of grieving my mom, my family, and I reach out instinctively and touch her shoulder. Cursing myself inwardly for this insane compassion grows in me the longer I lead our people. I swear at myself mentally for showing her softness. “She’s lucky she has you. To care for her and bring her here. You did the right thing.” I soothe, moving into a maternal mode of appeasing and gentle with my tone, then bite my tongue for being a weak-assed bitch. I disappoint myself sometimes. Who knew Luna's gifts would be my nemesis when it came to this girl? “I’m afraid. She’s mentally unstable. She’s always been fragile, and my dad’s part in it all, the betrayal, the moral destruction; she’s not okay. Her Alpha turned out to be a monster she always followed loyally, her world came c