Turning my attention back to my pack, the only things left were to make plans of strategy and what would follow if we won.
But it also meant speaking about our pup—about what would be done to honor the life that never had the chance to breathe.
Knowing my pup deserved that respect helped steady me. It gave my wolf something solid to retreat toward, something sacred instead of rage. Slowly, painfully, he withdrew, and the room followed—small nervous laughs fading into uneasy silence. Some of the pack still looked shaken, unsure what storm had passed through me just moments ago.
Still standing beside my father, I extended my hand to my mate.
The second her fingers slipped into mine, grounding me, I spoke.
“We will initiate you tomorrow night,” I said firmly. “By then, you will be Luna b
