I wore blue to the pack meeting.
Not Luna black. Not war red.
Blue. Like the lake at Silverpine. Like freedom.
Seven weeks pregnant. Still flat, but I felt her now. Little flutters. Gas, Darius said. I said daughter. He stopped arguing after I threw up on his favorite rug.
The council chamber was full. 800 wolves. All ranks. Betas, Deltas, Omegas. The whole pack. First full meeting since I was marked.
They came to see the pregnant Luna.
They came to see if I was weak.
Darius sat on the Alpha throne. Black stone. Carved wolves.
I didn’t get a throne. Luna doesn’t rule beside Alpha. She rules at his feet.
I didn’t sit at his feet.
I stood.
At his right hand. Where Luna belongs.
Elder Rook started roll call. “Alpha Darius Blackwood. Luna Lyssa Blackwood. Beta Corinne. Gamma”
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