#Chapter 107 The Ceremony: Pixie

Helen POV

I leaned over the bar when I had successfully exhausted myself. Everything was numb and hot and tingly. Randy was handling his liquor way better, off to the corner of the decrepit bar where he was running a game of pool.

I asked for another, and if not for my title as the new Luna, I don’t think he would have obliged.

I sipped steadily on my drink, testing my legs as they felt tired and weak and useless under my weight. Downing half my next drink, I finally felt good for the first time in a while.

No cell, no furious mate—just me.

I stalked outside, the sun setting in the far distance but it still had maybe two hours left to go before darkness would strike. I took a walk towards the sun, entranced with the orange and fiery qualities of it in the beautiful horizon.

The woods surrounded me at last and I stopped walked when the sun had officially set on the day. My stomach rumbled, hungry and exhausted, but I was left without options while I had stridden out here.

The old Lone