Vera’s POV
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, yet the packhouse grounds were already filled with lights, laughter, and a buzz of excitement. Banners fluttered in the wind, torches glowed softly, and the scent of grilled meat drifted through the air. Music played in the background, drums and flutes blending with the cheerful voices of my people.
Yes—my people.
After everything I had been through—the challenges, the doubts, the pain—I had finally earned their respect. I had been accepted, not as an outsider, not as a weak girl with no wolf power… but as their Luna.
“Luna Vera!” someone called out, and a round of cheers followed. I turned toward the voice and saw pack members smiling, clapping, raising goblets in my honor. Even the elders, who had once looked at me like I didn’t
