AITHNE'S POV
 A teary smile reflected on my face as I trailed a sentence in the novel I was holding with a finger, my eyes taking in every word in it. The novel was one of the series in Odin's favorite collection.
 I was in the library -- my comfort haven in recent times -- in my father's castle, away from the gossipy eyes and hushed whispers of the servants and pack members as well. 
 For about a month, this had been my routine every morning. I was existing but not living. 
 I had nothing left, nothing at all... Varda took everything from me. Including the last hope I had left. She took away my dreams, my future and my happiness. She didn't spare me even the bliss of being an only child. She didn't let me be my father's daughter anymore.
 Somehow, she had succeeded in ruining my life, no doubt. But it was all so maddeningly humiliating because there was nothing I could do to stop her... nothing at all. 
 I sighed, wiping tears from my eyes and closing the book the moment I heard the library's door creak open. Someone entered, closing the door after them. And I opened the novel again.
 Soon the sounds of familiar footsteps approached and I tried to act like I was engrossed in my reading, not wanting her to notice I was in my -- now renowned and consistent -- mood again. 
 "I see you're reading the books from Sir Odin's collections again," she said, her voice gentle and almost a whisper. 
 I forced a smile to my face and wheeled myself around to face her. "Jeyre, I see you're back." I said and she nodded, lowering herself into a nearby reading chair. Her downcast expression made me know the answer to the question I was about asking, but I continued anyway. "Were you successful today?" 
 "I'm sorry, Aithne." She sighed. "Varda says she would relay your message to him herself but asked me to tell you to quit trying. She said the Alpha's too busy training Morwen to come see you."
 "I see," I muttered, almost inaudibly, letting myself withdraw into my thoughts, something that had become a habit now ever since that unfortunate day.
 "It would have been today," I absentmindedly muttered but I knew Jeyre understood. She was holding my hand the next moment and whispering encouraging words to me, which I'm sure I wasn't hearing because I had long withdrawn into my subconscious, to the very depths where Majesty had remained reclined and utterly silent for the past few weeks. 
 It would have been tonight. I would have been getting dressed and indulging in the whole procedures a bride engages in before the night of her wedding. 
 Odin and I would have tied the nuptial knots at the first glimpse of the full moon as we had arranged. It was the day Majesty and I were supposed to be reveling in excitement and bliss because we would be finally tied to our mate in marital bond before the -- almost or more than a thousand -- pack members of Mooncrest. 
 But no, she had to ruin it all.
 Oh, if only father hadn't remarried few years ago. I would have preferred a single, committed father and would have been happy for the rest of my life. But... he had fallen in love with a gamma(Varda) a single mother and had married her on my 19th birthday three years ago. 
 He was in love, a rather blinded love built on the foundations of lies which he had been so entirely blinded to. And so he hadn't noticed my uncertainty when he had told me his intentions. 
 Duty called. Alpha duty called, and the pack needed a Luna too. They had been without one for over six years. (Mother had died when I was only 12 and father had remained single since then until he met Varda and married her when I was 19)
 She wasn't like this before, well, she pretended and acted kind to me for a few months, winning my father's reliance and assurance in her. And then, she changed. And it all became clear she had been pretending from the onset. 
 However, it was too late to get my father to notice. Her son -- two years my junior -- self-conceited and mischievous as his mother, wasn't left out in 'trying' to make me miserable. But they hadn't succeeded. Their tricks were never once anything worth my time or consideration. Majesty couldn't be bothered by them as well. Why?
 Because my father had dotted on me, adored me and trusted me, and I had Odin too. And they were the only pillars that mattered most to us, nothing else was worth considering, nothing else mattered. And Varda never got to us at all. Not even the slightest... Well, until this time around. 
 Her strike was really evil and brutal. And it was meant to end us. And she had succeeded...
 She took away the ones who meant everything in the universe to us, maiming us forever.
 But I swear by Ares, my late mother, I would one day get my vengeance and I wouldn't be merciful, not even the slightest.
 Over the past few years, Varda did a perfect job in winning the heart of the people of Mooncrest, enticing them with her deceptive tongue and binding them to her wills by the gifts she offered.
 I hadn't exposed her because of some reasons, especially because there was really no evidence and no one would believe me without an evidence that Mooncrest's chosen Luna wasn't really the saint they all think she was.
 If Dyson were alive, he would have been the perfect evidence of Varda's crimes. But we had killed him. 
 In our rage at the lost of our mate, we hadn't been thinking. 
 There's nothing to regret though, nothing at all. Dyson deserved to die, if possible in the most horrid of ways ever. But there hadn't been time to think, not when he had been so determined to kill us. 
 And so, we had given him that which he deserved. And goddess knows, he deserved anything worse than death itself.