Allison's POV
I woke up feeling surprisingly clear-headed despite the emotional storm of the previous night. After a quick shower, I headed downstairs for breakfast.
When I entered the dining room, Martin, the head housekeeper, approached with his usual clipboard and furrowed brow.
"Luna Allison, there you are," he sighed, sounding almost reproachful. "Your absence these past days has created quite the backlog. The pack charity event needs your approval for the final menu selections, and the pack mothers are expecting your presence at next week's council meeting. Additionally, the annual territory borders review requires your signature, and—"
"Martin," I interrupted gently, stirring my coffee. "I won't be handling those matters anymore. You can direct them to the future Luna.
