Talia POV
She wasn’t exactly snooping around the pack—but not hearing from Brax for days unless she reached out to him was driving her crazy.
Talia was going through the office, looking for Goddess knows what. Jackson was in charge, but he was busy with his witches, so she could practically do what she wanted. And no one questioned her being anywhere.
Most of the pack thought she was becoming there Luna—and she would do anything in her power to make it happen. She’d worked hard for this—too hard. She wasn’t about to let some blonde, spoiled little brat yank it all out from under her.
Brax had told her—after Veronica had rejected him. He’d told her what kind of person she was, and Talia, having been included in Luna training from an early age, had heard plenty of stories about the cold-
