The pack house felt different the next morning — warmer, fuller, almost humming with a new kind of energy. Word had already spread through the pack: their Luna was Marisol, the long‑lost daughter of Dark River’s Alpha and Luna. Wolves whispered in the halls, not with fear or gossip, but with awe.
I stepped out of my room and found Rosilinda waiting with a tray of tea.
“Good morning, Luna,” she said softly. “I thought you might need something calming.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Rosie.”
She blushed at the nickname. “Everyone’s talking about it. About you. About your mother.”
I nodded. “I know.”
Her eyes softened. “You deserve this. You deserve a family.”
I swallowed hard. “I think… I finally feel whole.”
Rosilinda hugged me tightly before heading off to help prepare breakfast. I made my
