Zaliver may have accepted me as his mate and introduced me to the pack, but I wasn’t blind to the weight that came with that title. Luna. It sounded regal. Powerful. But me?
I’d never been good with leadership. In school projects, I was either bossy and controlling or completely detached and still bossy. It wasn’t that I didn’t care. I just didn’t know how to lead people without falling apart inside.
Power and I? We didn’t mix well.
Zaliver stepped closer, casting his tall shadow over me. Next to him, I probably looked like a lost fan trying to take a picture with a basketball legend. His presence made the crowd visibly soften, expressions shifting from wary to something warmer. Well, most of them.
There was one girl in the crowd whose glare could’ve melted steel. Yeah… I saw you.
Zal
