The Luna’s office in the house of the Moon’s Fang pack was bathed in the golden light of the sunset that filtered through the tall windows, casting elongated shadows across the oak table where we gathered. I had won the battle against Claire and now was attending the meeting she had scheduled with some of the most powerful women—Betas and Gammas with bright eyes and sharp minds. The aroma of herbal tea and documents permeated the air, a reminder of the traditions that governed this pack. I was seated at the head of the table, as an omega, leading the ladies, discussing the details of the new scholarship we wanted to promote for the most outstanding young women of the pack. It was my first real act as Luna since my forced return, a program to support the brilliant students of Moon’s Fang, o
