AITHNE'S POV
 I had decided to use myself as an evidence to my father in hopes that he would believe me but he had suddenly became too busy to see me, after I was discharged from the clinic and now at home, here in the castle he lived.
 Yet, I wasn't able to see my father.
 I was now living a depressed lifestyle, subjecting to my room and personal library only. 
 Initially, I had taken several trips to town but the false story of my brave rescue of Morwen filled the air and the losses I had suffered as a result of my 'supposed' bravery, only earned me the sympathetic looks of the werewolves' society.
 I was fed up with Varda's and Morwen's false display of loyalty and care towards the entire members of Mooncrest Pack. I was irritated that I had become the gossip of society. And many were already saying I couldn't be the leader of the pack in future because of my permanent disability.
 Varda had been right when she told me that I would only end up ridiculing my father if I tried to tell the truth. He would be ridiculed as an Alpha who got deceived by an ordinary gamma female. And that was only possible if they even believed me.
 The despicable woman had also been correct when she had told me; people would not believe me and would think I had lost my senses after losing my mate, my shifting ability and my alpha title.
 "People would mostly believe what they see." She had said with so much certainty that I had been somewhat compelled to admire her audacity.
 And though I hadn't quite agreed with that statement, it was somehow becoming true in Varda's case.
 The love she pretends to show for the Alpha and the members of Mooncrest Pack, and the charity she renders, would certainly cover up my words as no one would believe me.
 Rather, they would accuse me of being insane and wicked after loosing so much.
 And after considering all these, I didn't say anything to my father when he had asked -- upon his return from Beta Kamen's residence -- what I wanted to tell him. And that had been the only moment I was able to have a personal time with him ever since then. All accolades to Varda.
 By whatever despicable means, she had made sure I wasn't spared a moment with my father ever again, even when I had returned back to the castle. And my father also hadn't called for me either. 
 A week upon my return home, my father made an announcement, and Morwen my stepbrother, had been declared next Alpha to succeed him, much to Varda's jubilation. 
 I was stunned by the unwelcomed feeling of betrayal and Majesty was bruised by this as well. It was like we had been betrayed by our own bllood.
 Her title -- our title, had been given to a worthless werewolf, an ordinary Omega by nature, whose birth father no one knew. 
 And it was even more shocking and saddening because, it was a title Morwen never deserved. Not even a bit, nor by chance was he qualified. 
 And even more heartbreaking it was because, father knew this. It was a fact that Morwen was incapable of mostly anything sensible. 
 However, it seemed the members of Mooncrest would rather make do with him as next Alpha to led them in future, than a crippled and wolf-less(not really) bloodbound Alpha female.
 I tried to seek the slightest of understanding and comfort in the Beta, Odin's father, since he was the Alpha's best friend, but I was shunned off. 
 Turned out Beta Kamen also believed the title was best given to Morwen than to me...
 And it was all the more infuriatingly depressing. If Odin were alive -- bless his soul -- he would be stunned silly by this sudden change of events.
 I was forced out of the depths of my subconscious because Jeyre was shaking me seriously, tears rolling down her cheeks as she begged me to snap out of my thoughts.
 "My lady!" She called, relief obvious in her voice the moment she saw my eyes were now focused on her brown ones. "You, you..." She sighed, giving me one small pat before leaning down and engulfing me in a tight embrace.
 "What's..." I paused, feeling stunned by her drama. "Jeyre, what's wrong?"
 She gave my back a continuous, gentle reassuring pat. "Aithne, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. I noticed she was back to referring me by my name as she often do when we're alone. I had allowed her that liberty because she was my friend, the only one I ever had apart from Odin (before he became my mate) who was now dead. 
 "Jeyre?" I inquired again.
 "Y-you had tears rolling down your eyes for over twenty minutes, Aithne and you weren't sobbing. Your...your eyes were still and unfocused....and looked, so..." She paused, sobbing even more. "...so devastatingly empty, so out of life. You were gone for too long, down the depths of your subconscious and I was shaking you for over five minutes but you didn't hear, you didn't respond. And I was so....so scared, it was the first time you've ever been this way....this long gone." She said through shaky sobs.
 I slowly raised my hand to my face, and was stunned by the reality of her words. I was crying within me but had been long gone to realize I had been crying outward as well.
 This was really....this is the deepest... I-I...
By the goddess, I'm confused.
 "I-I didn't know," I said, my surprise evident in my voice as I place my arms around her back, returning her embrace. "I'm sorry," I muttered. "I hadn't meant to scare you,"
 She nodded vigorously, still crying convulsively as I felt her tears continuously dropped to my shoulders. And despite myself, I smiled and began patting her back gently.
 But suddenly, I felt a familiar movement within me and instantly my eyes widened.
 'Majesty?' I called to her, telepathically as always.
 *We... have... to... leave... Mooncrest* She uttered, her tone utterly devoid of life, entirely different from what she used to sound like.