Destiny’s P.O.V
I search the packhouse looking for my childish mother. Sometimes I wonder if this woman just likes to be the center of attention. She is like a toddler throwing a tantrum because she can't get things her way. To think she would go to these measures, just for her amusement. Risking a war between two packs so she can assert herself as some Billy badass, believing no one can stop her. Today is the day someone puts a stop to this madness and I'm going to do the best that I can.
"Mom," I yell storming into one of the guest rooms where Luna Maggie is helping China pick out a new dress to wear to the ceremony. Mom is sitting in one of the chairs with a glass of wine casually giving her criticism of the dresses.
"Luna Destiny, so nice to see you after all this time," Maggie
