Hannah’s POV
My mom wiped away a tear that slipped from her chocolate-brown eyes and added, "She was a beacon of kindness and warmth. We'll miss her terribly."
Jane wasn’t just kind she was the kind of person who made you feel seen, safe, and valued, even on your worst days. Her generosity wasn’t performative; it came from a genuine place, wrapping everyone around her in a comforting glow.
She was more than a beacon of warmth; she was a home. A mother to everyone. The kind of Luna you’d dream of leading a pack. The kind I could never be.
Wait where did that thought come from? I am not Luna material.
I haven’t even shifted into my wolf yet, let alone developed any powers. I have no alpha blood, no extraordinary lineage, and nothing that would make me special in the eyes of someone
