Emily and Carl are sheltering in a bomb shelter underneath the safe house as the sound of bombardment from the ground continues. Again and again the strong tremors rang in Emily's ears, and for the moment she felt helpless and discouraged.
She shuddered to think how many were out there under fire, members of the PACK, her men.
And whether their Luna is now holed up in a bomb shelter, and whether those who pledged their allegiance to her are regretting it.
I am such a worthless Luna. Emily mentally cursed herself that I should die with them.
The light in the shelter was dim and feeble, and the pale yellow glow wrapped around Emily as she crouched on the ground. She wrapped her hands about her knees and did not move a muscle. Emily's cheeks were wet with tears, and she was biting her lower lip to keep from making any noise.
