Namara's POV:

“Damn it!” I muttered under my breath, reaching out for the phone then I stared at the phone in my hand, the deleted messages still burning behind my eyes even though the screen was now blank.

Honestly, I kept wondering if this was all a prank. If some bored teenager in the lower village had gotten hold of my number and decided to mess with the new Luna on the morning after her wedding. Or maybe it was one of the jealous she-wolves who had once harbored secret hopes of ...