Justin's smile was sympathetic but firm. "You're Luna now. The pack's attitude toward you has already begun to shift—you must have noticed. By tomorrow, it will be even more pronounced. Some will seek your favor, others will test your boundaries. All of them will be watching to see what kind of Luna you'll be."
The weight of his words settled heavily on my shoulders. "I've never been very good at being watched," I admitted.
"Few are, at first," he replied. "But you adapted to being the Alpha's mysterious guest. You'll adapt to this too."
We had reached the entrance to Ragnar's wing, a set of heavy wooden doors carved with intricate Nordic patterns. Justin paused, giving me a considering look.
"For what it's worth," he said, "I think you'll surprise them. Maybe even yourself."
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