I met Joaquin in the hallway when I was on my way to Lucretius' study room. He paused mid-step, bowed his head toward me, and then continued walking in the opposite direction.
I blinked, unable to process the sign of respect he showed. He might not greet me, but the level of aspect of greeting by action was enough for me that Joaquin was recognizing me as their Luna.
And that was insane. I didn't deserve to become a Luna in one of the wealthiest packs. Never had I imagined myself to dream something big like this, but here I was. I would be performing the Luna ceremony soon.
My mind was wandering about that thought until I snapped back when I reached Lucretius' study room. For an instant, my heart was pounding so loud when my knuckles hit the mahogany door.
I counted three before heavi
