For the next few days, I was busy touring the pack house, getting myself familiarized with the pack's business, and getting enlightened and accustomed to my role as Luna. It was a fun activity but also challenging, especially since I had no experience in matters of such.
As I was strolling through the exterior of the pack house, checking on the servants as they carried out their duties, I noticed Mira Tate cleaning a corner with some other servants.
Her back view was all I saw but the familiarity was unforgettable. She was being punished with her family by Ace for burning me with soup, and they were all serving the Ocean Howls Pack now for the rest of their lives.
A smirk met my lips as I approached them, the bitter memory of her abuses appearing on my mental screen one after the oth
