MIKA
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I watched with burning anger as Alpha Julius and Luna Martha of the neighboring Dark Moon Pack smiled warmly at Megan. Their eyes were full of kindness, their expressions soft and welcoming.
Why were they so interested in her? Megan, the useless human who didn’t belong in a pack of werewolves. She was nothing special, just someone my parents and I brought here out of desperation to pay our debts.
Fury bubbled in my chest as I turned on my heel and stormed back to the kitchen. My parents, Harry and Karla, were busy preparing lunch. They looked up when I slammed the door behind me.
“What’s wrong?” my mother, Karla, asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
I crossed my arms, still fuming. “I saw how the Alpha and Luna of the Dark Moon Pack were
