Two days had passed since Tristan’s brutal pack meeting, at least that's what Alisha described it as, and though I hadn’t been there to witness it, I felt the shift in the air. The pack’s eyes on me had changed—not with warmth, but with something far more complicated. Fear. Respect. Submission.
But none of that mattered now.
Because soon, I will be officially initiated into the pack.
Which meant I had barely a moment to breathe.
“Hold still, Luna!” a voice scolded, and I barely had time to register who had spoken before a measuring tape wrapped around my waist.
“I—Luna?” The word still felt foreign on my tongue.
“Yes, Luna,” Alisha said, perched on my bed with a smug smile. “That’s what you are now. Get used to it.”
I shot her a glare, but it lost its impact as another woman yanked
