The sound of the shattering glassware hitting the wall did not deter the omegas who were standing in line at the far corner of the room. On the floor, broken pieces of highly-valued vases lay in tatters. Amid the onslaught of anger-filled heaving and menacing growls, the omegas pinned their gazes on their toes. They were quite used to this already.
Ever since the future Luna returned from their visit to the Blood Claws Pack, Anastasia kept herself locked up in her room in the pack house of the Crescent Pack. The only one who could calm her anger was her chosen mate—Axel Crescent, the future alpha of the Crescent Pack. But the young future alpha was busily planning with the Werewolf Committee for the betterment of the Crescent Pack, leaving the young future luna alone.
Today was one of he
