FREYA
I do not need Eli to tell me what passed at the door. I have lived in this pack my whole life and I know its codes as much as he does.
The Alpha arrives with his Luna and his heir. The three of them, together, the picture of the line continuing. It is how it has always been done, and Eli, for all that he has overturned in our marriage, has not overturned that.
Victoria is the boy's mother, but she is not the Luna, and tonight the tradition does not bend for her. She rides apart. She arrives with the pack and she sits with the pack, and on the night her own son is named heir, it is my name on the seat at the dais and not hers.
It is a small thing. It changes nothing real. But I would be lying if I said there was no small bitter satisfaction in it, after everything.
We come into
