Lena met the Alpha and Luna when she was a teenager. Under Dante’s care.
She always thought they were mysterious and caring.
Jackson, the Alpha of the Willow Claw pack, had always exuded a quiet strength that was both commanding and serene. Lena recalled how his tall stature spoke of a warrior’s frame.
Lena’s thoughts then shifted to his Luna, Tiara. She remembered how graceful Tiara was, always moving with a calm elegance. Anton had always insisted the pack halt their training when they visited, knowing that any type of violence upset Tiara deeply. She had always searched for a way to avoid conflict, her compassionate nature making her a guiding force of peace in the pack.
“Okay, just remember…” Elize said softly, but she was interrupted by the door being opened by a tall, graceful w
