SOLANA
"I hate these Luna get togethers too," Celeste Laurent, the Luna of The Silver Lake Pack in France, whispers conspiratorially in my ear.
I hide a smirk as Luna Volkov drones on about how her children are doing. By all accounts her son was going to be the best Alpha of all time, he was the smartest, handsomeist, and bravest boy around.
I can't imagine how my parents would have dealt with this level of self importance and smugness from visiting Lunas. I imagine being our own singular unit away from the Pack's of the EU saved a lot of political drama and headaches.
"Oh look, the men have returned!" I say chirpily, as the visiting Alpha's start to trickle in, to see if their partners want to join them for lunch. Alpha Laurent pops his head around the door to see if his Luna is free
