Mally's POV
The rhythm of the pack drums echoed in the distance as the sun made its first appearance of the day.
Today marked the first of the three weeks mandated for the funeral rites of the Alpha of the Greenwolf pack.
I sighed as I pulled on the headgear I was expected to wear as the Luna of the pack. Then, laughter bubbled out of my throat.
Luna?
I was never officially recognized as Luna. No ceremony, no formal acknowledgment.
All it took was a bite to my neck, mating, and an unofficial presentation to the pack.
Something I would never forgive Jonathan for.
The humiliation I had to endure in this pack because he didn’t think it was right to replace Leeyah’s mother like that.
What was so special about that woman? What had she done for this pack that I, the woman standing by h
