2.32 Don't Tell (2)

Shame was still weighing heavy on me as we made our way up to the bedroom. I felt exposed and raw.

It’s easy not to care what others think of you when you’re in a place you hate, like when I was in my first pack, or when you are living among others that have lived similarly. Being the Luna of this pack, a pack I have come to care for deeply, makes me scared of what the normal, wholesome pack members would think of me if they were to ever find pictures and videos of me from my past. How would they react?

I never, ever cared about what Cameron, his parents, or his pathetic, ranked wolves thought of me. I went through the motions of being a Luna to survive, but never cared.

Here, in Setting Sun Pack, I care. I care so much that it's eating me up inside.

I was silent the entire walk to our room. I wanted to take a shower and get this dirty feeling off of me.

“Do you still think we’re mad at you?” Mick asked, a lot more gently than his tone before. “Because if you do, that’s total bull