Emily's pov
I could feel the weight of his judgment crushing down on me, and tears welled up in my eyes.
I wish that my ability to shift would come naturally, just like it did for other werewolves. But no matter how hard I tried, I can't seem to.
Sirus snorted. " And this is your luna Bryson? "
Bryson stepped forward, his protective instincts flaring up. " Yes she is, you have a problem with that old man?"
Sirus's jaw ticked, revealing his irritation with Bryson's disrespect. " As a matter of fact I do. How can you trust her to lead the pack if she do not possess the most fundamental aspect of our kind?"
Shawn spoke up, trying to defend me. "You can't blame her for not being able to shift. It might be a rare case, but that doesn't make her any less capable of leading."
As I listen
