Caly’s POV (Moon’s Rage)
Cyril and I tried to sneak into the house amongst the confusion of Omegas trying to prepare for a party of 250 when they had never served dinner for more than twelve. I sigh struggling with the fact I seriously want to turn into meticulous Luna Katherine and take charge of all of them. Looking around at the mess, I think, no, I need to turn into a micromanaging Luna Anne.
“STOP!” I wanted everyone’s attention but I probably shouldn’t have commanded them, because now they are terrified. “I’m sorry for yelling, please everyone take a deep breath. Who is in charge?” No one steps forward. No one even blinks. “Alright, who are the head Omegas?” Nada. This explains everything.
Let’s try something else, “Who has the most kitchen experience.” Two middle-aged she-wolves
