Sheila's POV
I paced angrily and restlessly around my room, consumed by deep pain. Something felt off, and my instincts, which had never failed me before, were telling me that everything changed when Luna of the Blackwood Pack entered the picture.
Daemon had transformed, becoming a mere shadow of his former self. He no longer gazed at me with the same intensity, and I no longer held his desire. Luna had stolen my place in his heart. I had always consoled myself by believing they were in contact solely due to the alliance, but everything shifted on that goddamn night.
My perspective on the situation changed dramatically when Daemon led me into his office. I smiled bitterly, my gaze fixated on the world outside my room window.