Chapter 21
TRAVIS
I yanked the collar of my ceremonial robe into place with almost enough force to rip it clean off. My fingers moved fast, as I laced each button, my jaw clenched so tight the muscles ticked visibly.
The robe was tailored to perfection, the fabric well patterned, a touch of royalty, but inside I didn't feel like that one bit.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my eyes still blazing with anger, but not just at my father or Sheila, but more at myself.
Today was the official presentation of myself and Sheila as Alpha and Luna of the pack.
My father had planned everything, every inch and layer of it, from how the crest would be pinned, even the speeches that would be made today.
The pack would witness it, and the decision would be irreversible, me and Sheila
