Iris was very anxious. The howling was laced with anguish. It tugged at her heartstrings painfully, and sounded like a wounded animal and this made her feel on tenterhooks.
The sound was calling for her desperately. It was different from the howling that she heard every new moon. This time, it was way more unsettled.
"Throw her away from this pack! She is unlucky!" Aria shouted. She glared down at Iris, who fell to the floor, because she pushed her too hard. "This is Gerald's curse for having her as the Luna of the pack!" Aria's voice echoed inside this silence room.
"Enough, Aria!" Grace said sternly, as she helped Iris to stand up.
