Amelia’s POV
The days after the pack dinner should have been happy. But instead, I felt like I was drowning.
I stood on the balcony of the pack house the next evening, staring at the forest that stretched endlessly before me. The moon was bright, and I could hear distant laughter from some of the younger wolves playing outside. Everything looked peaceful, but inside my chest, a storm was raging.
How could I be their Luna?
I was just a human. A regular girl who had been cheated on, humiliated, and almost kidn*pped. I didn’t have claws. I didn’t have super strength or the ability to heal fast. I couldn’t even hear things from far away without the mate bond helping me. How was I supposed to lead a pack of werewolves? What if I disappointed everyone? What if I wasn’t strong enough?
Tears
