It was such a foolish way to live, and it didn’t surprise me that in-fighting almost destroyed the Celestial Pack in the end. While the Solar Sovereign ultimately finished the job, sometimes I wondered if, given enough time, we’d have torn ourselves to shreds anyway. I’d faced attacks around every corner, even without an outside threat. If my father wasn’t the one singled out as weak, it was my brother and his encroaching madness. If not him, they took issue with me. There was always some thin excuse, a mere cover for our pack’s own violent hearts and lust for power.
So many of those wolf shifters would’ve been terrible leaders and tyrants, abusing the power the Handmaiden witches bestowed upon the Lunar Lord. Instead of upholding the boundaries between the mundane world and the paranorma
