l woke up to silence. l was alone in bed and l could tell that l was alone at the house too.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, glowing aggressively in the quiet room: 12:03 p.m.
Twelve o’clock. I hadn’t slept this late in years. Now that I was awake, the dread hit me immediately, heavy and cold in my stomach. Astor and Marco were gone. I knew they were probably at the Pack House, and I should be there too, acting like the Luna, meeting people, settling in.
But I couldn't. I truly couldn't face it.
The real problem wasn't the pack duties, it was that sooner or later, I would run into her. Isabella.
My daughter.
The little girl I didn't know about.
The daughter I couldn't recognize despite being so close to her.
How was I supposed to look into her eyes and
