Abby’s POV
I felt my anxiety spike as we turned off the highway. About half a mile from the turnoff, a giant black iron gate came into view, decorated with an intricate design of a wolf and roses. As the car ahead of us approached, the gates swung open, and two guards stood at attention. The butterflies in my stomach turned into angry wasps, buzzing sharp warnings. My breathing quickened, my heart racing.
Zebrik’s hand rubbed calming circles on my back, but it didn’t help much. My whole life—and my parents'—was about to change. The reality of it all was crashing down on my shoulders. I had never set foot on pack land before, and now I was supposed to be their Luna? Would they even accept a rogue-raised wolf as their Luna? The insanity of it was too real.
And what about my parents? Were
