Malcolm
As I stood there, the words tumbling from Alexa's feisty mouth rang in my ears like a lingering echo. I couldn't shake off the weight of her declaration—that Mika didn’t desire to be Luna. The crisp air around us felt tense, and every breath I took was heavy with unspoken thoughts. I exchanged glances with Max and Mathew, who wore expressions that mirrored my confusion. Just days earlier, the three of us had sat down with Mika, pouring our hearts out, asking her to hear us and granting us the opportunity to make amends for our mistakes. So, why would Alexa suddenly assert that Mika might leave the pack instead of being our mates?
As Alexa walked away, her laughter ringing like a mocking bell, I felt a sense of discomfort settling in my stomach. The direction this conversation ha
