Mason didn’t attend any of the Junior Festivities during the week, until the Junior Celebration Dinner, since it was also the Alpha Tournament’s welcoming dinner.
The week had been a hectic game of hide and seek, and this year seemed especially bad. Who knew there were so many unmated Alpha daughters? Or even others that had their sights set on becoming a Luna.
Luna seemed to be the magical word for every young she-wolf. It wasn’t required to have an Alpha parent, or even dominant parents. Because nobody really understood how fated mates worked, any girl could find themselves bound to an Alpha, and almost every girl dreamed of it. While marked Rogues themselves couldn’t, even their offspring could.
Even Omegas and Latents had found themselves risen to prominent positions. Omegas had wol
