Celeste POV
I don’t want to go back to the packhouse, to be exact; I don’t want to face those I put asleep. If I become Luna, I need to stand in front of the pack next to Zayden. I shouldn’t disrespect them as I have.
The sun is setting; I can see it peeking through the trees, and there is a slight chill. I glance down at my bare legs; I can see goosebumps popping up. Sighing, I kick a pebble that was by me and try to calm my nerves.
We are close to the packhouse; I have to face the pack members. I feel Oliver’s gaze on me, and I look up, and he smiles.
“Celeste, it’ll be okay, they aren’t hurt, and I am sure they don’t hold anything against you.” He pats me on the shoulder.
“I guess you could tell I was thinking about the pack; I let my anger get the best of me and didn’t think about those who were doing what they were told to do.” We exit the woods, and the packhouse is in eye view.