The celebration continued around me in a blur of faces and voices. Pack members who had barely acknowledged my existence days ago now approached with curious eyes and tentative smiles. The mark on my shoulder seemed to have transformed me in their eyes—no longer an outsider but their Luna, worthy of attention if not yet respect.
It was weird to say the least, how easily these people could do a three-sixty just because of Ragnar's mark.
More advanced or not, I guess even in the North, a woman isn't considered worthy without a man's approval or protection.
"Luna Celine, your dress is exquisite," remarked an older woman whose name I couldn't recall. She'd been one of the women I had run into during my tour with Polina, the hostility in her eyes were gone and now replaced with something m
