The Paxton pack goes bonkers at their Alpha's grand announcement that he has found his mate, the Luna.
There is dancing, eating, and drinking, the joy on everyone's faces is contagious. The air is filled with laughter and the scent of celebration. Alex has invited neighboring packs to this party, turning it into a grand affair. But amidst the revelry, I feel suffocated, it's like a net falling over my head, trapping me.
Why do I feel like he did this intentionally, cutting off all options for me to leave?
Nobody noticed that I was anything but happy, actually, I felt so miserable.
It’s not as if this party is being held in my honor. Paxton has never been my favorite, and becoming Luna to wolves I don't feel connected to isn't exactly something I'm looking forward to. I watch as everyo
