CARISSA’S POV
The palace feels like a different world now. I used to walk these halls as a maid, scrubbing floors and carrying trays, trying my best to stay out of the way. Now, I move through them as Luna—the most powerful woman in the pack. It seems all surreal.
It’s hard to believe. Hard to accept, even. I’m trying to get used to my new responsibilities and sometimes, it feels like I’m still pretending. Like any moment, someone will see through the mask, realize I’m not who they expect, and strip me of everything I am.
But I try not to think about that. I have enough on my plate already. I attend meetings with the pack women, listening to them as they air their grievances, offer their concerns, and make their demands. I take notes, I listen, I promise what I can. They’re important, I
