"Being Luna isn't just about looking pretty at pack ceremonies and making sure everyone gets fed," Emily informed me as we walked the winding path through Crescent Moon's residential area. "Though honestly, the feeding part is approximately sixty percent of the job."
I adjusted the basket of healing supplies on my arm, grateful for the relatively peaceful morning after yesterday's rogue attack. The twins were safely contained in what we generously called "daycare" but was really just Jenny and Zoe taking turns preventing Oscar and Leo from achieving their daily destruction quota while Martha—our newest pack member—provided the kind of calm, steady presence that somehow made babies behave.
"What's the other forty percent?" I asked, stepping carefully around a puddle that still held remnan
