Louis brought Melissa back to our Pack, long before I had ever gotten the chance to see her with my own eyes. But her being dead hadn't stopped me from knowing her name.
'Goddess.'
The name alone carried years of pain.
Over the past five agonizing years, whenever Melissa thought no one was looking, she would sit quietly by the window and whisper Bella's name into the darkness, her voice so soft it was almost impossible to hear. I had seen Melissa weep endless, silent tears for her, tears she tried desperately to hide from everyone around her.
Bella had been Melissa's anchor. Her only true friend. The sister of her heart, the one person who had meant more to her than words could ever properly explain. Her tragic death had broken something fundamental inside Melissa, leaving behind a wound that five long years had never managed to heal.
And now, after all those years of grief and mourning, after all those whispered names and silent tears…
She was alive?
