The Luna Who Burned The Pack

CHAPTER 6.1

Camp Sharpblade sprawled over a hectare of free land. On the edges of the border were dense with different types of trees; oak, pin, iroko, maple, redwood, cedar, and some variants I couldn’t name.

I am currently walking around the land. When I woke up this morning, Mira came into my room. Or my husband’s room. My mate’s room. The word still feels weird in my mouth, but the silver cord around my wrist told me it was true.

I am married to an Alpha, which makes me his Luna. Me. It was quite maddening.

“Alpha doesn’t expect it from you, but we, his subjects do. We waited for a long time for his Luna. The Alpha is fair and just, but there are times we want to make suggestions to him and can only make those through his mate. We did not have that luxury before, but now we do. We expect you to intercede on our behalf,” Mira said as she got me ready.

Left to me, I would have thrown on some trousers and a shirt and called it a day, but apparently right now, I had to take presenting myself seriously. I had to look put together as Luna. She wanted to put me in a frilly gown, but I refused. After a lot of back and forth, we settled on dressed pants and a peplum shirt.

The clothes were in my size, and I wondered out loud how they had managed to perform that miracle.

Well, I took your measurements while you were distracted yesterday.

I am wearing black dress pants that hug my ass and flare out from my hip to my ankles. The peplum top is a dark green that compliments my tan skin. I am wearing sneakers that are also, surprise, my size.

I leave my hair flowing down my back.

Mira leaves after saying those ominous words. I sat down in the room for about ten minutes before I decided that there was only so much staring at the silver chains I could take.

Which is why I am currently standing and staring at the camp. Wolves are already up and about and moving on with the new day. When I checked the time before I came out, it was a few minutes past ten.

Now that I am out, I feel awkward. I don’t know anyone here but Mira, and even with her, the relationship is that of necessity: I am new, and she is my guide.

I take a deep breath and walk towards the center of the gathering. Curran’s cabin is separated from the cluster of houses with about five hundred meters. The walk there sets my mind to think. Normally by this time, if I was still at Dark Moon, I would just be done with cleaning the main hall. Waking up and having nothing to do is weird.

When I finally got to the entrance to the cluster of houses, I worked up a nice sheen of sweat. Which is nice. I like that. the moment I step into the clearing, several eyes turn to me and a strange quiet descends on the place for a few moments, and then everyone else resumes their chatter.

But they don’t fool me. I can feel the vicious eyes on me, the wary eyes and welcoming eyes.

The people here are no raiders. Don't get me wrong: Curran has an army of vicious wolves that fight for him. They will do anything for him. I only saw a glimpse of that, but an alpha who could command such loyalty was a dangerous thing.

Curran could raze the werewolf world to the ground if he so wanted, but the people here gave me no proof of a blood hungry conqueror. They were healing people. I knew it because I could see myself in them. I didn’t know the story, but I knew that Curran had seen their suffering and offered them refuge with him. A place where no hands could touch them. Who wouldn’t jump on such an offer?

Curran was not a breaker. No. He was a collector of the broken. He risked the lives of himself and his men to rescue them from tyrant alphas who had no regret for their lives, and he gave them a chance to make something out of it once more.

My eyes finally catch what people are gathering around, and my stomach decides to remind everyone that it is hungry. The growl is vicious, and it is followed by a sharp pinch. I did not eat the entire day yesterday, and hunger is a wicked mistress no matter how used to her you feel.

I'm deliberating how to approach the line when I see a small pup walking towards me. She has manifested her wolf ears in human form, and it makes me giggle. Sometimes, young wolves did that before they got their shifting under control. She looks like she is about three or four years old.