The attack on Raymond's border inspection party had shaken the entire pack, but something about the official story didn't sit right with me. As I stood in my quarters the morning after his return, watching the sun rise over our territory, Marcus's death weighed heavily on my mind.
Lydia's confession and subsequent suicide felt too convenient. Too clean.
Real grief was messy, chaotic. What I'd witnessed felt orchestrated.
Despite the case being officially closed, I couldn't let it go. The weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders like a physical burden. As Luna, I should have protected Marcus. The guilt gnawed at me constantly.
I needed answers.
I began my investigation quietly, starting with the kitchen staff who had worked alongside Lydia. The morning sun streamed through
