Salana lay on her chaise, lost in thought. She thought of the day she had arrived at this pack. The looks of expectation in the eyes of its members as she walked down the flower-strewn path laid out for her, exactly fifteen days after she had buried her mate. Thinking about how crazy that was, she chuckled darkly. Even now, as she thought about the way they looked at her, it made her sick. She knew it wasn't their fault, and she didn't blame them for it either. In fact, she was willing to bet that if they had known about the circumstances, they too would have been disgusted.