Selena’s POV
"Selena?"
I looked, and saw Elder Marcus— not the dead guard but the senior pack member who acted as advisor on territorial things. His haggard face broke into a warm smile upon seeing me.
"Marcus," I greeted him warmly. "Nice to see you again."
“The pack had been lost without you,” he spoke with real sentiment in his voice. "It's been... weird since you're gone."
Different. Such a diplomatic term for what was rapidly becoming, in my judgement, inefficient and improper protocol.
“I’m sure everyone is trying their hardest,” I responded, kindly. “Change is always hard — especially when it’s so abrupt.”
“The new Luna has good intentions,” Marcus continued, sounding generous. "But she lacks experience. There are the traditions, the way you do things she doesn’t comprehend.”
