Sophia’s POV
I slammed the car door shut and gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.
What a f*****g waste.
Charlotte was still here, wearing that Luna title las if she ever had any right to it, walking around the house with her head held high like she owned the place.
And Brooks was paying the price for my failure.
I drove to the labor camp on the outskirts of the pack territory. The road was rough and unpaved, kicking up dust that coated my windshield. By the time I pulled up to the gate, my car looked like it had been through a sandstorm.
The guard at the entrance recognized me immediately and waved me through without question. I parked near the main building and grabbed the bag of food I’d brought from the passenger seat.
The camp was exa
