Emma’s POV
Ever since I accepted the title of Head Luna of the Northern Committee, invitations have been pouring in.
Most are from wolf packs; easy, familiar. But three weeks ago a very polite, very human charity foundation asked if the new “human-born Luna” would be their guest at the annual Orphaned Children’s Gala.
Richard growled for a full day about “males in tuxedos.” The last incident with Mark has made him more cautious about seeing me around strangers, specifically male strangers. The only way he would allow me to go for this event is if he followed me.
So here we are: one diplomatic dinner, five-hundred of the city’s richest and most influential humans, a few wolf leaders; guests like us from other packs, and one very possessive Alpha who has already threatened to start “an
