Seraphina's POV
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the training hall as I adjusted my leather sparring gear, watching the pack warriors gather in a respectful circle around me. Today was perfect, another opportunity to show everyone exactly what a real Luna looked like.
"Are you certain about this, Miss Seraphina?" Beta Thomas asked, his weathered face creased with concern. "Gregory is one of our strongest fighters. Perhaps we should start with someone less experienced?"
I smiled sweetly, the expression I'd perfected over years of political maneuvering. "Oh, Thomas, you're so thoughtful. But how can I properly lead this pack if I can't hold my own against their best warriors?"
The truth was, I'd been planning this demonstration for weeks. Every detail calculated, ever
