chapter eighty-seven

[ IN WHICH ROME WILL HAVE HIS LUNA ]

ROME’S P.O.V—

Anger.

That’s an understatement. Because I am beyond angry.

Multiple words can efficiently describe how I feel: furious, numb, defeated, humiliated, overpowered, useless, and broken. In my own home, I had been brought to my knees and ridiculed in front of my people. My worst enemy had me trapped. He pushed me to my weakest point and he used that to his advantage. He disgraced me -which is worse than death- he ruined my pride and stomped all over my ego with his dirty feet. He pierced a stake right into my heart. Though, I persevered and conquered death, I still feel like I am dead. Losing a battle against Sin had left me feeling incompetent and worthless.

And atop all this, I lost my Luna.

My wolf whines and cries within me. The sound causes me to grow teary-eyed.

Ever since she became bonded with King Sin, I have not been myself. I have been consumed with sadness. It seems as though I have developed one of those mental disorders