Chapter Thirty-Seven:

The rain patters against the umbrella as Paige and I make our way back to the packhouse hand in hand. The past two days have been a blur, but Paige and I handled them together, like a true Alpha and Luna.

“The service was beautiful. Thank you for doing that for her,” I say.

She had put aside her dislike for Sammie and worked with her family to plan a service. She was already the best Luna. I’m not sure that I could do the same if I were in her shoes.

“Of course,” Paige says.

I sighed before stepping inside. Chaos awaited me, this much I knew. The dining hall was full of pack members. Most of them are dressed in black. Paige squeezes my hand and pulls me into my office. This has become our second home while trying to find my father. The search has been disappointing. The warriors have found nothing, and the other packs swear they haven’t seen him. He’s a ghost right now. A ghost who co