ELENA
I stand outside the Luna's office, staring at the nameplate on the door. My name is engraved on the polished brass, but it feels like it belongs to someone else. Someone I used to be or maybe someone I was always meant to become.
I don't remember the last time I was here, months? Maybe longer. But when I became Luna, I preferred the office of the pack administrator because it was easier to gain access to Drake that way. Maybe it was my feelings muddling my senses, from that office, I could easily see when he drove past, when he arrived.
I could see when he dismounted his car and ran his fingers through his hair. I did everything possible to be close to him even if it meant depriving myself of the Luna’s office.
It's time I take back this place and turn things around. I exhale as
