Scarlett's POV
It was 8:00 a.m., and the pack house was buzzing with activity. Servants were rushing back and forth, arranging the garden which would serve as the venue for our late Luna Olivia's memorial.
As I assisted in carrying the heavy flower vases, hot tears gathered in my eyes, blurring my vision. Today was my twentieth birthday, but to the pack, it was a day of mourning. To me, it was a day that never felt worth celebrating anymore. On this day years ago, I had lost everyone who mattered. I lost my parents; I lost Luna Olivia—who had been like a godmother to me—and I lost the triplets, who used to be my best friends before they turned into my tormentors.
Lost in the suffocating weight of my memories, I didn't look where I was going. My foot caught on a stone, and I tumbled forward, crashing into a large flower vase. The ceramic didn't break, but the water and blossoms scattered across the cold ground in a messy heap.
