*Chapter 20: The Moot*
Thirty days didn’t feel long until you had to spend them convincing people you belonged.
The pack house was busier than it had been in years. Families came and went for the clinic, for supply distribution, for the meetings I insisted on holding every evening. No closed doors. No secret councils. If I was going to be Luna, they were going to see me work for it.
Kade stayed out of it mostly. He ran patrols, kept the border tight, handled the enforcers who were still adjusting. He let me lead the rebuilding.
“Your call,” he said the night we finalized the schoolhouse plans. “If they reject you, they reject me too. I’m not giving them a reason.”
I nodded. He got it. This had to be mine.
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The east side was the key.
If the Varns and the farms around them voted
