Auren POV

I kept my guard up even amid the laughter and the clatter of celebration. The pack toasted what might be the last full moon cursed night, but I was watching the edges searching for the one face that didn't belong. If someone had tried to kill my Luna, there would be a tell: a twitch in the jaw, eyes gone cold, a smile that didn't reach a person's face. I saw none of it. Only two families were missing, grieving where they should have been celebrating.

“I never wanted her here,” ...