Damon returned to the pack house the following day, his steps heavy with an air of rebellion. As he scanned the surroundings, his eyes fell upon a figure in the distance. Morganna stood there, her presence radiating an otherworldly beauty that stirred something deep within him. A flicker of intrigue and a hint of danger danced in his eyes. He couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt toward her, the primal instinct of his inner wolf yearning to draw closer. Yet, true to his rebellious nature, Damon masked his interest with indifference. He approached Morganna, a mischievous smirk curling his lips. "So, you're the new Luna, huh?" Damon taunted, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "Don't tell me you actually believe you're fit for the position?"
Morganna, pure of heart and untouched by
