Diana

The moment those words left my husband’s lips, my world shattered all over again.

Lucy.

My sweet, brave Lucy.

The truth of her death hit me so hard that, suddenly, I was transported back in time to when we were young, and the world seemed full of possibility despite its cruelties. I was just a low-pack member until I met her.

I remember the first time I saw her as if it were yesterday. I was sixteen, the awkward daughter of a low-ranking pack member, always an easy target for the ...