Elena carried the last of the breakfast dishes back into the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves out of habit. She’d barely reached for the sink when an omega stepped forward, hands clasped nervously.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the girl said softly, “but I overheard during dinner the other night that you’re going to be our new Luna.”
“Yes, I am,” Elena replied, trying to read her expression. Was this going to be resentment? A request? A complaint? She braced herself.
The omega swallowed. “Well… I know Lunas have many responsibilities around the pack. My job is usually just running errands, delivering messages—odd jobs. Nothing really mine.”
Elena nodded, encouraging her to continue.
“But…” The girl’s voice brightened with a spark of hope. “I really love cooking. I’m not as good as you, but I wan
