I stepped inside the meeting room, my heels clicking against the polished hardwood floor.
Steven sat at the head of the long oak table, his posture relaxed in a way that made my skin prickle with unease.
Brianna perched beside him like she was still his girlfriend, her perfectly manicured nails drumming against the table surface.
Uncle Marcus sat near the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the afternoon light, and scattered around the table were Steven's friends, wolves I'd grown up with.
I took my seat, folding my hands in my lap to hide their trembling. Ever since Steven had become Alpha and I'd assumed my role as his Luna, these meetings had become minefields I had to navigate carefully. But I belonged here. I had every right to voice my opinions for our people's welf
