The effects of my staying away from the house are immediately clear over dinner later that night.
Over a meal of lasagne and salad that Minerva and I made, all my efforts to ground myself crumble under the pressure of my father's pointed remarks about me failing to live up to the Phoenix reputation, and Connall making sly digs at my expense despite Lucian's repeated attempts to stop him.
Zia doesn't look at me, and Kaia doesn't either.
I get why Zia wants nothing to do with me, even if she did try to kill me, but it hurts that Kaia is treating me the same way.
I doubt she's the only one of my packmates who thinks I'm failing in my role as Luna by staying with Minerva . No one will say it. Not Bastian, who's busy eating, or Milo, or Eris talking with Zia as Lucian talks to Minerva , but I'm sure they're all thinking it.
By the time we've all eaten and are outside, all shifted and ready for the pack run, the only place I want to run is right back to Minerva 's.
