Diane POV

I cannot sleep.

For three nights now, I have lain awake, staring at the ceiling while Thomas snores beside me. My mind churns with rage that will not quiet.

Zoe and Noah are mates.

The words loop in my head like a curse. My youngest daughter—the one who killed Chloe—is destined for the man who should have been Chloe's forever.

'How dare the Moon Goddess do this to us? To Chloe?'

I clench my fists beneath the blanket. The memorial ceremony was ...